I am two women. They stand head to head, at loggerheads.  The revolutionary in me joined what started as peaceful demonstrations against the Syrian government in March 2011.  The novelist in me fled to France that July.  The revolutionary, who has several times since then furtively crossed the border back into her country, is steeped in the smell of blood. She wipes the dust off … Continue reading Samar Yazbek in The Washington Post