![]() ![]() These troops proceeded on the same desert roads used by ordinary travellers. Houthi militia were on the streets, but it hadn’t been anything like the day Sanaa had fallen a few months earlier.Īs night began, armoured vehicles and individuals in military fatigues holding weapons could be seen coming forth. Or maybe they were, but we didn’t realize that what we were seeing were the harbingers of war. It had been during the first weeks of March 2015, but our eyes weren’t open wide enough to see it coming. I remember how its head drifted unmistakably towards us. It took years, decades in fact, to push its way into our lives. ![]() And while I write, I think about the time it took for war to reach us.Īfter all, a war like this doesn’t break out without warning it takes a long time. Air raids light up the Sanaa night sky ambulance sirens pierce the quiet of night. But when I wake, the war is still raging, just as it has been the past four years. No missiles, no air raids, no murder, no famine, no fear, no hatred. ![]()
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