A gripping diary of one week in the life and death of Beirut

Sunday 16 July
It is the first time I have actually seen a missile in this war. They fly too fast – or you are too busy trying to run away to look for them – but this morning, Abed and I actually see one pierce the smoke above us. “Habibi (my friend)!” he cries, and I start screaming “Turn the car round, turn it round” and we drive away for our lives from the southern suburbs. As we turn the corner there is a shattering explosion and a mountain of grey smoke blossoming from the road we have just left. What happened to the men and women we saw running for their lives from that Israeli rocket? We do not know. In air raids, all you see is the few square yards around you. You get out and you survive and that is enough.

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