DAY 237 - NOVEMBER 13, 2011

The soldiers look at you with hard, deadly eyes. You can see the frustration and fury in their faces, the outcome of many sleepless nights. You sense that they have killed and that the practice no longer phases them. If they had any shred of doubt in what they were doing they would have abandoned their positions and joined the FSA.

They lower their guns.

They tell you that they knew your husband has left and ardently they tell you that they will not hurt you or your children, today. But if your husband resurfaces, they say, they will kill you if you don't give him up. Quietly they leave your apartment, stepping over the broken door on their way out.