BY SHELL LIN '17
It was 2 a.m. on March 26, 2015, in Sanaa, the capital of Yemen. In early spring’s chilly air, the street was empty and quiet, with only a few street lamps flickering dusky lights. Inside a warmly- lit room with four windows, Nada Al-Thawr ’19 was lying on her purple cotton sheets and flannel blanket, scrolling down Facebook, too bored to sleep. Suddenly, streetlights went off. Her phone stopped charging. In the complete darkness, she heard a distant sound like a car crash.