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?
Beirut... I see that old man, smoking in front of his shop in the neighborhood. The street vendors rolling out at the red lights, when we have electricity. I see your sunsets, and your skies at night, especially beautiful with the blackouts… what can I say? With all your horrific scars and what’s going on, I cannot but love you, ya sett el dunia. We all do!
August 4 represents a traumatic memory for a whole people.
Let us remember never to forget!
A year after the Beirut explosions.
The city and its people still experience a deep, deep trauma.
We keep attempting to process the severe anguish that plagues us all...
It's been a while since I published a personal note.
The Beirut port explosions on August 4, 2020 shocked us all.
Each one of us is processing the trauma in our own way.
No.
This is not a review of the movie starring Kirk Douglas, Laurence Olivier, Jean Simmons, and Tony Curtis.
It's about this secret fiber in my heart, itching to speak out loud. On the feelings I am experiencing and the uprise that got me closer to a people I previously felt little to no connection to...
More than 13 days into the Lebanese people's uprise, many things have happened.
Nothing too surprising so far.
Let's have a recap and sort of quick analysis of the facts.
Hardship. Perseverance. Resilience.
This is what the Lebanese people are facing daily...
Today's events are living proof. Read more to find out how.
This "rant" is not about mythology. Maybe it should have been. It is not.
It is actually something I started writing more than a week ago and have been continuously updating since.
Read more to find out what I have been brooding about for the past 10 days or so...