Remembering a taste of freedom in Bahrain, 10 years ago
Every time I look in the mirror, a curved scar on my forehead reminds me of the night that changed my life forever. When I run my fingers across the mark, I see an ocean of red and white flags and hear thousands of voices crying out for freedom. I also smell the acrid scent of tear gas and feel the sharp pain of policemen’s boots against my head.
The events of the Arab Spring in Bahrain, which began 10 years ago this month, are burned into my memory. Looking out over the mass of smiling people marching together, I tasted freedom for the first time.… Seguir leyendo »