I am Beirut…
I feel sad brining this article up so often. God bless Lebanon!
I used to be a beautiful city… Some people say I’m still as beautiful as I was before… I don’t like me anymore… I scare my kids away… I kill my people unintentionally… I starve them to death… I even turn some of their brightest days to a funeral in a split of a second…
Every day I stand there, waving to all these people, mostly young, leaving on these big things they call airplanes… Jealousy kills me, knowing that they will go and enjoy grocery shopping in a street I’ve never heard of, smiling to a stranger who doesn’t even know where their country is… Working hard and becoming successful… I wish they could be here with me, becoming successful with me… I feel helpless without them, thousands and thousands leave, few come back while I sit waiting and waiting and waiting…
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