I'm Going to be Late
A short film that begins with the language of romance but slowly reveals something far more unsettling beneath the surface.
Run for Life
This heartwarming love story follows a father who turns to ultra-running in his quest to find a cure for his daughter’s condition. At the age of 59, in the aftermath of the Beirut Port Explosion of August 4, he embarks on an epic journey to run the Lebanon Mountain Trail (470 kilometers of rugged terrain), with his daughter Saria as his medal at the finish line.
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This heartwarming love story follows a father who turns to ultra-running in his quest to find a cure for his daughter’s condition. At the age of 59, in the aftermath of the Beirut Port Explosion of August 4, he embarks on an epic journey to run the Lebanon Mountain Trail (470 kilometers of rugged terrain), with his daughter Saria as his medal at the finish line.
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