My grandmother Nadia Tueni wrote these words, and on August 4, they became more real than ever. A city that has died a thousand times, and risen a thousand times. This is our daily battle: to love you, to believe in you, to fight for you… Where my father gave his blood dreaming of a better tomorrow… A city that bleeds, that breaks, but never bows. Even in ruin, you remain alive ,in your people, in your streets, in your soul.