The Reconstruction of Beirut’s Beautiful Windows, Facades, and Doors

August 2021, the way I lived it and the way it changed the rest of my life. A day like all other busy summer ones that ended in the most horrific and deadly way.The first blast hit. The whole house shook like a leaf in the autumn winds, and the walls cracked. I jumped to look outside my windows that overlook all of Beirut to see some smoke in the port area. I said to myself it must be another explosion. Next, I heard a rumbling noise, one that brought only fear in my person who had witnessed multiple wars. Then it happened. The blow sent me a few steps away from the window. It took me a few seconds to see the deadly cloud over the port and to notice the broken windows, the cracked walls, and the fallen false ceiling. Suddenly, my motherly instinct kicked in. While going down the few steps that separate me from my daughter’s room, - or maybe did I fly there? - I started shouting to her: take cover in the corridor! Stay away fromwindows. Holding my daughter in my arms in the corridor, no