Bzzz—the sound of the drone flies over the Beirut skies. A little too close for comfort, it is above my bedroom now. It follows me to the kitchen and then the bathroom. I can't help but feel I need to poop and fart silently in case “they” can hear me. On Reddit, this noise was dubbed Lebanon's mosquito. But I have comfort knowing it's not the sonic boom. The first time I heard the sound barrier break I screeched: Was that thunder? A bomb? The windows shook. I survived. Now I listen and smile knowing: It's not a bomb.
Christine Khuri is a publications coordinator by day and Scrabble player by night. Despite studying migration, Christine never expected to live what they read about. But that's life.