Rebuilding Mosul, Book by Book
Before the war, it was strange to see smoke in the sky. Fahad Sabah looked out on the city from the roof of his home with a bad feeling in his stomach. He saw black, thick, heavy smoke rising over the river that bisects the city. He went down to the basement and pulled out […]Shawn Carrié and Pesha Magid write for The New York Review of Books:
Before the war, it was strange to see smoke in the sky.
Fahad Sabah looked out on the city from the roof of his home with a bad feeling in his stomach. He saw black, thick, heavy smoke rising over the river that bisects the city. He went down to the basement and pulled out a flat box about seventy-five centimeters wide. It contained his most prized possessions—a satellite dish, and a stack of books.
If anyone saw him, he’d likely have been executed in the public square.
