Hearts that feel for others and defend the humanity of the people
In the heart of old Beirut, where alleyways weave like the threads of an endless memory, a narrow street hid beneath weary balconies coated with layers of time’s dust. The façades were dressed with faded flags sewn by hands yearning for days long gone, fluttering lightly above stones that remembered the echo of footsteps and concealed, within their cracks, stories of defiance and patience. Above an aging café, fragrant with the scent of roasted coffee, a small group climbed to a modest hall, its dim red glow recalling the shimmer of blood spilled in forgotten struggles. On the walls hung old photographs and pale tape reels—silent witnesses to a history of resistance and pain.
At the center of the room stretched a wooden t
