Growing up, I had always thought Lebanon was the smallest among the Arab states. It was actually Bahrain that was the tiniest. At the time, the word "Gulf States" meant, to me, vast gold-plated empires.
As one matures and ages, I discovered more about the world; the more I knew, the more I realized that what I thought was plated with gold was only rusty iron walls besieging people who live and suffer as we do; they share with us the same air we breathe; and most importantly, they don’t all eat with golden spoons.
