"When they come to slaughter us tonight, run to the Israeli border as fast as you can and don't look back."
I was 13 years old.
My town was under siege. No electricity. No water. We crawled out of the bomb shelter to pick dandelions because we had nothing else to eat. The Muslim militias and PLO were closing in. Tomorrow was the attack.
So I dressed in my best Easter dress. I wanted to be pretty when they came to kill us.
My father read Psalms: "I shall walk through the valley of death and I will not fear."
My parents told me: We will create a distraction. You run to the Israeli border. Don't look back.
That's what we were facing. That's what Lebanon became for Christians.
The West watched. No one came.
I survived to tell this story. So many didn't.