I am out of words
I lost a piece of my heart when I lost my dad, three years ago. And the other piece was gone with Beirut, three days ago.
And I am out of words.
While the world is struggling to get back on its feet following the global pandemic, we have been struggling to get out of bed, as Lebanon has been lurching from one crisis to another, to be finally hit by a horrific disaster that makes Covid19 seem like a candy in comparison.
People living in decent countries where human life has value, still have hope for a better future. They know that this is just hardship, a phase; life’s occasional ups and downs, and that life as we love it, will resume after the hard times.
But we, in Lebanon, don’t.
People living in decent countries where human life has value, know that they will find work or resume their professional activities when the crisis is over. They know that this is just hardship, a phase; life’s occasional ups and downs, and that life as we love it, will resume after the hard times.
But we, in Lebanon, don’t.
People living in decent countries where the human life has value, know that their family and beloved ones, will be looked after by the government, no matter how hard they sometimes slam it for a reason on another. They know that this is just hardship, a phase; life’s occasional ups and downs, and that life as we love it, will resume after the hard times.
But we, in Lebanon, don’t.
I have let go of my green card a few years ago because I never wanted to leave Lebanon. I was clinging to the warmth I felt in Beirut, like a desperate ex-girlfriend clings to the once loving ex-boyfriend.
I lost a piece of my heart when I lost my dad, three years ago. And the other piece was gone with Beirut, three days ago.
And I am out of words.
