By Fin DePencier in Beirut The plane to Beirut on October 15 was almost empty. I was sitting next to Antoine Saad, a Lebanese-Australian man making the trip to convince his stubborn mother to leave the country. “She’s one of the lucky ones mate, she has an Australian passport. The Lebanese passport is one of the worst in the world, most people are stuck,” he said. As the city came into view, I migrated to a different window seat behind Antoine to get a clear view. Nothing looked amiss until we approached the airport. Dahieh, the suburban region just south of Beirut, stood out like a black hole…