Beirut in the 1970s is a paradise. Wealthy families ride escalators and fill shopping carts with imported food and luxury products from Paris and New York. Lamia Ziad?, seven years old, dreams of banana splits, American candy, flying on Pan Am Airways, and visiting the local cinema. Considered by the elite the "Paris, Las Vegas or Monaco of the Middle East," Beirut was in reality a powder keg, waiting for a spark. On April 13, 1975 Lamia and her family...