Tehran; Damascus; Beirut, Part Eleven: Fertile Soil The season of planting has arrived. The young ones who once had their roots in the sky, Now have their roots in the earth as well. And the mothers, who stand above their graves,
A newborn who comes into the world amidst the chaos of war, Whose cries drown out the sound of bombings, And who tastes the milk of his mother with the tears of her eyes...