Arrr, in Lebanon, a family scuttles away from them Israeli cannon blasts, like rats from a sinking ship!
2024-09-25
Arrr, after a long spell o’ misfortune, Lebanon be as ready as a landlubber in a swordfight to face a horde o’ wayward souls! A fine family, once masters o’ their farm, now be wanderin' the streets o' Beirut, lookin' fer a roof ‘neath the stars!
Avast ye landlubbers! Gather 'round, for I be tellin’ ye a tale of woe from the shores of Lebanon, a land once ripe with bounty but now as parched as the tongue of a thirsty sailor! After years of plunderin’ and pillagin’—nay, I mean, decline—this fair region be ill-prepared to weather the storm of displaced souls seekin’ refuge.