If the sea could talk, it would express words in the rage, flood, and flow of the waves according to the salt in its waters. As if hunger, dehydration, and lengthy delays beneath the blazing sun aren’t enough for those escaping the Covenant’s Hell, the inauguration of warlords of human smuggling arrives and destroys the desperate last chance… Bitter time engulfed them in “charter boat” and hurled them into dream catchers’ nets. There is a living witness to the story.
Another witness from the Lebanese Passover’s broken people testified.
The boat did not take off, and their hopes of escaping were dashed.
The Lebanese have just this sea to choose between death or the start of a new life. There is no such thing as a choice of life here.