une phrase universelle

“Nos familles sont là-bas” Cette phrase universelle, crié en temps de violences et de guerre, et d’oppression C’est comme si certains tournent en rond, leurs voix se brisent, tellement ils/elles ont essayé(e)s de se faire entendre, alors que d’autres sont entendu(e)s dès la première seconde…. A few words on this piece. We first published it…

late night symphonies of a broken record

A broken record, no.I have no time. Lost time,I have. Trying to understand this broken record. Enough is enough. Give me back this house. Give me back this city. Leave the broken record behindAs a testament To everything you did wrong. Everything I hear isArabic slam poetry, the only sound worth concentrating on to remind…

what happens now?

I am doing ok. Better than before. It’s been two weeks. So the following are words I wrote last week, late at night, again. I called one of my great-uncles a few days after the explosion of Beirut. He seemed sad for the entire country. But for himself, I imagined him shrugging. And then I…

it’s been a week, Beyrouth

I couldn’t write last week. I couldn’t publish. I don’t like being too personal on this blog but given the events of 4 August, last Tuesday, I had no energy all week. A traumatic event is an emotional upheaval. I saw  9/11 with my own eyes as a child, growing up in front of Manhattan….

8 clippings of news

This week in the news. We wrote a piece like this a few years ago. We’re going to try it out. This past year is an extraordinary year, not necessarily in a positive way. We’ve already discussed certain events. These past few weeks though have been charged with tension, emotions, and craziness. 1. Turkey’s Erdogan…

first thoughts on a revolution

The first night Nighttime hippies, hip, old school styles. All red. All green. All white. All cardboard “Solidarity”, waving flags. I’ve never felt at home anywhere really. Maybe sometimes. But this night was a dream. It was home. Tartines au zaatar. 1 lookoom per person. 1 famous singer of our very own rock alternative band….

clippings of a Revolution.

Emotions on Lebanese Revolution: Second night Excitement has never hit me like tonight. Arabic, French, English all in one sentence. Yes to my childhood again. Not those summers in France. My father knows you. But not me. Yet it’s all I ever dreamed of, unconsciously.   Beginning of the second week Writing session. Setting: Manousheh,…

A small sample of the revolution

Originally posted on LinaSays:
I’m sitting in Beirut airport after a whirlwind week. This was a trip delayed several times due to the ongoing revolution, an exciting and historic time for long-overdue change in Lebanon. If you don’t know, this popular uprisings began on 17 October 2019 with masses taking to the streets to protest…

comments on a “unique” democracy

Here’s what you need to know: a country has been independent since 1943. Before that, during and before a French mandate, it was “partially autonomous’.

Theoretically, we are talking about a democratic country, “lauded” for its unique structure.

Reality? Everyone in politics thinks they’re better than the others. Civil war became a blood bath. It lasted for 15 years.

How to build a fire

This is a collaboration with Hrach Jinbashian, who provided the photographs from Lebanon. Currently in Armenia, he was present in Lebanon at the beginning of the protests. A warm thank you to him. 105 fires, a broken political and economic system, corruption x10000, a proposed tax on WhatsApp, 2 million+ refugees, 4 million citizens, and…