I have been in Lebanon since the third of July. July 12 was the day of "The True Promise." That is how Hizbullah called this war. When war was waged on Lebanon, I was in Sour [Tyre] on a visit to my sister who lived there. With the start of the Israeli bombardment, I fled to Saida where my aunt lived.

  On our way to Saida, we faced such a hard journey that was so long. Al-Qasium bridge was completely destroyed, as the Israeli troops wanted to break up our country. The driver of the van we took was so optimistic, he was all the time turning his cassette-radio on to our national songs and also to the announcements of Mr. Hassan Nasrallah, Hizbullah's leader. At these moments I was very happy hearing these beautiful songs. But along with these songs there were another sounds: They were the sounds of bombs. Airplanes were flying above our heads, and all the time we felt that they would target us sooner or later. Really, I won't forget these moments forever. Thanks to Allah for the victory He granted to our brave resistance.