I woke to voice notes from Mazen, his Suwayda Druze dialect thick with tears.

“Jolani’s ISIS are massacring us,” he said, referring to the forces of Syrian President Ahmad al-Sharaa, formerly known as Jolani from his Al-Qaeda days. “Please talk to anyone you know in Washington to help us,” he pleaded.

Over the next five days, I exchanged information with Mazen, Muhannad, Makram, Gadeer, Shadi and other Druze in Syria, Lebanon and Israel, piecing together the unfolding horror. I was the only non-Druze in the group.

To us, it was clear: Damascus had ordered a massacre against the Druze in southern Syria.

As a Lebanese civil war survivor, I’ve faced near-death experiences and reported on assassinations. Despite losing close friends to violence in Lebanon and Iraq, I’ve trained myself to detach, keeping emotions separate from my work.

But no one grows numb to massacres. Once you connect with victims, helplessness sets in.

On normal days, I make noise about Middle Eastern issues, but as Druze fell to Islamist bullets, I felt powerless. How do you stop death? How do you make the world hear?

The Druze in Israel worked tirelessly, lobbying for the Jewish state to intervene and deter Sharaa. Israel eventually acted, destroying Islamist convoys heading south and striking a building in Damascus to warn Sharaa.

Suddenly, the narrative shifted to international law — not condemning........

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