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#3aybeshoum : We Are All In This Together

There is only one way to explain the waste situation we are living in in Lebanon: the government wants us OUT of the country. There is only one way to solve this situation: get THEM out of the country – out of their positions, right back to the barns they belong to.

If they’re fine with the waste being all around, we are not. It saddens me to see the difference between the Lebanese activists and the people in the government. It saddens me even more to know that the educated people, the cultivated individuals, those who are worthy of being in power – those who are not hungry for power or for money, like the our “powerful goats” – are abroad helping other countries evolve instead of being in positions here to induce change in our country!

No revolution has ever worked in history without a change in the hearts of the middlemen between the people and the government, and I am not talking about the parliament members, but I am addressing the police forces “the darak” who receive orders from our goats to eliminate the peaceful movements of our civilized citizens – who refuse to die out of malaria, cholera, and lung cancer. Should one of those darak’s families get intoxicated before they realize that they are one of us and not one of those goats?
I understand that it’s the darak’s job is do whatever they are ordered to do, but a revolution and action happens when ALL of us – I mean ALL the Lebanese people – the darak included, the ministers who want to prove to Lebanon that they deserve their positions, the MPs,  the ministers’ wives, the acitivists, the students, the mothers, the army, the bloggers, the media, the journalists, the immigrants, the CEOs, the kids (and possibly even our pets) do their own share in helping Lebanese people get their basic human rights.


These pictures are not what we should get out of a peaceful movement, this is not how you treat civilized protesters:


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We are ALL in this together, Ahmad, George, Ali, Hussein, Maroun, Seyid  Maria, and Alia. Those of us who cannot join the actual physical movement, can do their own part with solving all this corruption. Whatever power you have as a journalist, as a school teacher, a police-man, a politician, do your own share with making a change. Even if it was resisting an order, writing an article, starting a campaign, recycling at home and at the office, opposing corruption; asking for action, pressuring, demanding, and forcing change!

They say Lebanon is a Dream, and the dream was taken away from us. It’s not a dream to have a normal country where other countries that were deserts are now being compared to New York City. It’s not a dream to have fresh air and a normal government, when other countries are creating green space and ice out of nothing. It’s not a dream for women to pass their nationalities to their kids and for the homosexuals to not be treated as country traitors, when other countries are legalizing gay marriages and women are getting to the highest positions. It’s not a dream to have our educated young individuals working and not getting high at some random friend of a friend’s house, regretting they were born in Lebanon, instead of offering jobs for the unworthy.


What we do not get is that we are not only in THIS together, we are in everything together. Our unity will only change whatever ZBELEH we are living in.

Politics is mind games. Let’s just hope this is not a game to get even more ridiculous, greedy people to power.

It is a shame!   #3aybeshoum #طلعت_ريحتكم

Six Months Ago, but Not Today

So, I was driving back home at 1:00 am and I see a cute 15 year old guy, walking in the dark; looking around, kind of paranoid, kind of scared… He seemed like he’s walking back home or away from home, like he needed a ride, but wouldn’t expect a female picking him up so he didn’t bother raise up his thumb…

He eyed me, however, in a way that… Let’s just say, six months ago, I would’ve picked him up… but not today.

And then it hit me that even this young teenager student posed a threat to my system. Boom! And I realized the heaviness of the situation we’re living in Lebanon; I couldn’t give this anxious kid a ride at 1:00 am, simply because I was scared that maybe he wasn’t that innocent after all…

We can just go around partying, shopping, working, chilling at each other’s places, watching DVDs and eating popcorn… We can keep on not worrying about politics, not being interested in the news and not caring about having a real government. But, when it comes down to it, we shouldn’t deny the fact that we are all scared in a country that’s known for us being hospitable, helpful, and kind citizens.

أَأَفْتَخِرْ أَوْ أَبكي

أَأَفْتَخِرْ أَوْ أَبكي
إِنِّي أَعيش في بلدٍ لا يزال الزَّواج المدَنيّ حلمٌ

أَأَفْتَخِرْ أَوْ أَبكي
إِنِّي أَعيش مَعَ شعبٍ قَضِيّتُهُ عُمْرَها سنين
قَضيّةٌ لا تَتقَدّمْ
في زَمَنٍ يَتَطَوَّرُ بسُرعَةِ الضَّوء
قَضيّةٌ لا تَزال هِيَ هِيَ
قَضيّةٌ باتَتْ ليْ بلا جَدْوى
مُحَرَّضَة مِنْ أولَئِكَ الذّين في الحكم
المُسيطِرون المُسْتَبِدُّون
الحُكامُ البُخَلاء
رِجالُ السُّلطة والدّينْ
يَتَلاعَبون بِعُقولِ شعْبٍ بهلٍ
بلا حَيا وبلا ضمير
عقولٍ تَتَغَذَّى بِما تَسْمَعْ وَبِما يُقالْ
عقولٍ لا تَرى بأَعْيُنِها بَلْ بِأَعْيُنَ حُكّامِها الجُهَلاء المُسَيَّرونْ
عُقولٍ تَتَذَّكَّرُ حقوقَها عندما تَتكَلَّمُ عَنها وَسائل الإِعلامْ
ثُمَّ تنْسى كما لَمْ يَكُنْ لِحُقُوقِها وُجُودْ

أَأَفْتَخِرْ أَوْ أَبكي
إِنِّي أَعيش في بلدٍ لا يَحتَرِم حقوقَ المَرأٌة
فِي مُجْتَمعٍ ذُكوريٍّ مُتَنَكِرٌ بالإِنْفتاحْ
فَإِنْ تَزَوَّجْتُ..
فَجُنسيَّةٌ لِطُفْلي لا أَقدِرُ إعطاءْ
أَأَنزِل وأحتَجُّ على الطَّريق؟
أُدافعُ عَن حقوقي المَهْدورَة كما دافعَ ملايين من قبلي
لِدَوْلةٍ شِبْهِ دَوْلةْ
لا تَأبَه ولا تَستفيق من خَوفِ مَصِيرِها وَغيبوبَةِ جَشَعِها

فَإِنْ سَكَتُّ اسْتَسْلَمْتُ
وَإنْ نَزَلْتُ إلى الشّارعِ ضاعَ وَقْتي
فها هيَ صَرخَتيْ
صَرخَةُ لُبنانيَّة تائِهة فِي بلَدً زَهّأَ كُلَّ مَنْ عاشَ فيهْ
وبَاتَ مَحَطّة استهْزاء كلَّ مَنْ تَركَهُ

Lebanon 1933 – 2012

جبران خليل جبران
حديقة النبي ١٩٣٣

ويل لامة تكثر فيها الطوائف وتخلو من الدين
ويل لامة تلبس مما لا تنسج ، وتأكل مما لا تزرع، وتشرب مما لا تعصر
ويل لامة تحسب المستبد بطلا”، وترى الفاتح المذل رحيما”
ويل لامة تكره الشهوة في احلامها وتعنو لها في يقظتها
ويل لامة لا ترفع صوتها الا اذا مشت بجنازة، ولا تفخر الا بالخراب
ولا تثور الا وعنقها بين السيف والنطع
ويل لامة سائسها ثعلب، وفيلسوفها مشعوذ، وفنها فهن الترقيع والتقليد
ويل لامة تستقبل حاكمها بالتطبيل وتودعه بالصفير،
لتستقبل اخر بالتطبيل والتزمير
ويل لامة حكماؤها خرس من وقر السنين ورجالها الاشداء
في اقمطة السرير
ويل لامة مقسمة الى اجزاء وكل جزء يحسب نفسه أمة

بْحبّ قولْ:

ويلٌ لأُمَّةٍ لا تَتقَدَّم
وَيْلٌ لأمّةٍ لا يَزالُ يُطَبّقُ عليْها شعْرٌ كُتِبَ منذُ ٨٠ سَنَةٍ

وَيلٌ لأُمةٍ تَخسَرُ شَبابَها مِنْ جَرّاءِ عدم مُبالاتِها
هَبَلِها… جَشَعِها… وَتَبَعِيَّتِها

وَيلٌ لأُمّةٍ لا تَضعُ الشعبَ أَوّلاً
وَويلٌ لشعبٍ لا يَكْتَرِث للوَطَنِ أَوّلاً
يَحبُّ ذاتَهُ.. يَبغَضُ غيْرَهُ.. ولا يأْبَهْ بمصيبةِ أَخيهِ

نحنُ نرى الويلَ بِأَعْيُنِنا
ونَلْمسُه الآن كُلّ دقيقة

والعَتبُ ليسَ على الدّولة
وَلا على القانونْ

العَتَبُ عَلَيْنا نَحنُ

شَعبٌ طَمّاع… يُباعُ وَيُشْتَرى…
وَسَلْخُنا قريبْ.

with Love