On Sunday at 3 a.m. my mother woke me with a shaky voice. All our phones were ringing, and the TV was loud. “He fell, Zaina. He fell. Assad fell.”
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On Sunday at 3 a.m. my mother woke me with a shaky voice. All our phones were ringing, and the TV was loud. “He fell, Zaina. He fell. Assad fell.”
