CHAPTER 32Hassan Fadi had the nightmare again. He’d lost count how many times these past twenty years when the blinding white image woke him from his sleep.
He remembered that morning when the sun had warmed his back as he stood in front of his family’s small house in the southern Lebanese town of Sidon. His older brother was laughing as he tried to show his little sister Janna, in her new yellow-and-white striped dress, how to use the side of her foot to kick the soccer ball. The ricochet of the ball off the neighbor’s tenement wall was answered by Razak’s deft side kick. Although only eleven years old, Razak had shown great promise as a player.
Fadi had been thinking of school that morning at the very moment two arrow shaped shadows streaked over the barren dirt field where his eyes we
