Link to the photo of a monument facing the port here

It's been three years since the Beirut port blast killed more than 200 people, injured several thousand, and caused damages that are still visible to date.

The images are still vivid in my head... as in the heads of many of my fellow citizens!

How could they not be?

You can read my previous articles on this here and here.

That explosion was a dagger planted straight into our hearts. The ammonium nitrate that was improperly stored had detonated and blown away large parts of the city, taking innocent lives, and misplacing hundreds of families. The caused miseries are incommensurably painful and reach way beyond the damages that amount to billions of USD... That is why we still go to the streets. We do not want your pity. We do not want empty speeches. It’s not even about material compensation. We simply demand justice for the people who are gone, for the ones left, and for some peace in our hearts and minds. That is why it is our duty to remember. And never forget...

We are a people traumatized time after time, and our history is filled with tumultuous times with only short periods of respite if ever. And yet, we remain a people who cling to life.

Beirut, a city that remains vibrant, is extremely dear to me. It was destroyed and rebuilt so many times, has suffered and still does, in silence, in a mother’s tear, a father’s distress, a child’s loss... Today, we are forced to remember that our politicians sold us out. That they manipulated our grief to their own benefit, ripping us off once more. And because of all those dark and gloomy facts, this year I decided to share a few views I cherish dearly

Enjoy!