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,

In Beirut, we witnessed a new definition of school. These days, in Beirut, a school is a place where the alphabet of resistance speaks volumes.

Since the event of Ghadir Khumm, there has always been a dispute over the name of Ali…

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…

Listening to these stories is easy, but it takes the heart of a lion to be the protagonist in them…

He was blind, but the distant horizons he envisioned kept him resilient and proud.