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….

the thousand words game

Repeat after me. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do not think. Do…

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,…