Sara is my name.
I feel the need to write down the words, or rather, the connected and the unconnected stories, of my life.
I wish to say straightaway, that I am not an important person; on the opposite.
I am, in fact, a no one.
I achieved nothing meaningful in my life, and I was never famous.
I was born in Baghdad, Iraq in 1964. We were forced to leave that thoroughly sad country in 1969 because of the problems that arose there. And so my troubled Father took us to Beirut.
