My grandfather Abdullah Al-Sallal, the first president of North Yemen, lived a long life filled with sacrifice, imprisonment, blood, tears, and ultimately triumph and victory, all for the greater welfare and prosperity of his beloved home, Yemen.
Nearly 30 years had passed since Tim Mackintosh-Smith made a trip to a mountain by the Yemeni coast. Sitting in Sanaa, with the war raging around him, he tried to put into words a mirage that seemed so real at the time.
Sanaa’s Change Square buzzed with excitement and anticipation, faded posters of long-dead Yemeni political figures underlining the feeling among many that it was a moment of historical reckoning, a moment of such profundity that even the past and present were scrambled.
The reversal in U.S. policy — which was originally greenlighted by the Obama administration and continued under the Trump administration — leaves Yemenis with mixed feelings, though many are hopeful for a normalization of life. An undercover report from Sanaa.
Many fishermen have given up their fishing nets and skiffs to join the war effort on various fronts, and many send their sons — as soon as they come of age — to do the same.
As each warring party points its finger at the other while the United Nations idles in the doorframe, the tanker sinks deeper into its final stage of decay. The lives of millions, and the environment on which they depend, hang in the balance.