The last time Riad al-Hami saw his mother alive, she was chatting with a neighbor in the narrow street outside their houses, as they did every evening. Though the distant thud of mortar shells could be heard, Tripoli’s latest war had yet to reach their enclave. But minutes after Hami left, a rocket slammed into the neighbor’s house. He rushed back, he said, to find “blood everywhere.” His mother was face down, her back riddled with shrapnel. “The other old lady was torn into pieces,” recalled Hami, 36. For nearly two months, this besieged North African capital of more than 1 million people has been ensnared in its worst episode of […]