Before me, before us all, lay a seemingly endless number of strands—threads in a story whose page reads in a way that many thought impossible. I can’t recall how many times I’d confidently said, Hamas will never give up all the…
Before me, before us all, lay a seemingly endless number of strands—threads in a story whose page reads in a way that many thought impossible. I can’t recall how many times I’d confidently said, Hamas will never give up all the…