sigh..
i was watching LBC eu, some clips, screening the channels list for the Lebanese ones hoping to find some news..
i hear it here and there about the boiling situation home, back home..
a clip showed some of the areas in downtown Beirut..
i felt weird, like i have to let the air out of my chest...
a feeling when you see a loved one, someone you been away from for too long, only with the knowledge you'll never be one with them again..
if i manage to go home on christmas this year...
i'll take as many photos as i can... for the memory.
i hear it here and there about the boiling situation home, back home..
a clip showed some of the areas in downtown Beirut..
i felt weird, like i have to let the air out of my chest...
a feeling when you see a loved one, someone you been away from for too long, only with the knowledge you'll never be one with them again..
if i manage to go home on christmas this year...
i'll take as many photos as i can... for the memory.
posted by nour at 06:39
5 Comments:
hi nour,
i have the same exact feeling. i had decided that i will visit lebanon, visit all my favorite places, take as many photos as i can, and move on with my life without looking back.
glad to see you writing again. hope to see some photos soon.
Sma3 menne, stop watching TV, khalas ... it won't do you any good.
La2 wlo! :( Why are you talking like it's going to be your last trip home? Ya zalameh it's not the first time and won't be the last that Lebanon is in trouble. It is the story of Lebanon "mounthou bad2 al takwin".
as a Lebanese I know you carry home within, Lebanese people have this beautiful thing about them, they take Lebanon, or rather bring it with them any place they go to..
Stay safe
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Then the Lord whispered in our hearts…..
Words can reach where weapons cannot
We asked our village sage, how can we restore
warmth to the face of our souls when
the favorite poisons of Satan,
fear, despair, and hatred alight
upon innocent hearts as ashes
from the funeral pyre of joy
How can the eyes of faith close to sleep when
across the night bed of hope
sheets of despairing pall are spread and
the lurid hollow eyes of perjury beam, and
subvert words of sacred text, laughing
as divine counsel is debased and done violence
Dear sage, we asked, how can goodness smile when
unabashed hatred slaps virtue off the face of shame
emboldening hatreds minions, who feverishly
twist and mutilate the morals of their victims
deceiving those souls until they believe that
sin is virtue, murder is justice, and hatred is love
As he spoke, his downcast voice intoned that
riotously, by perverse commission
Satan's minions bathe in rivers of wine in Hades, and
with vapid mocking lust, they harvest
those deceived souls, reaped by suicides sickle
Your path to heaven cannot be paved with
chaste corpses across a river of blood, embrace
the dreadful ebb and flow of truth in your heart, meet
doubt and dishonor when they surface, for they
reveal to you that compassion, not revenge, fulfills the soul
His voice beamed as a bright light when he said
bravely, deeply, reach into your heart
without guile, without deceit, without prejudice
touch faith there, then inexorably
God's words in hearts healing
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