A cedar on their chests… and Majd restores the spark of presence to the homeland

An-Nahar: The anthem, when it precedes the match, carries a solemnity that transcends music; as though an entire homeland gathers its breath in the throats of its sons, entrusting their names with some of its hope. They stand, and a cedar stands on their chests; small in the embroidery, flourishing in the heart. In the reach of its shadows, villages and cities, faces and hardships, and homes… come together.