Before I start this post, I want to send my kind hopes to the 37 injured men and women now in Bahman Hospital. The tragic bombing that took place in Dayeh today received interesting responses from social media platforms. I compile the good and the not-so-good in this post, hoping people would make more educated … Continue reading
No matter where Aseer is, no matter how many families decide to open fire on one another, no matter how many roads get blocked by people in solidarity with someone, no matter how many people get victimized because of their national identity, and no matter how imminent a civil war might seem, Hamra Street would … Continue reading
And so valentine’s day is here. Everyone is supposed to be loving and all. Don’t forget to stop celebrating Love tomorrow, for we ‘celebrate’ it only for 24 hours per year. Oh well, moving on. I was watching some music videos on Youtube when some thoughts struck me. Is ‘sexiness’ subjective? What is sexiness for … Continue reading
I’m sitting in T-Marbouta’s library in Hamra. A woman and two men are sitting in front of me. They’re having what looks like a business meeting. The woman has a westernalized Egyptian accent; the men are Lebanese. The woman is arguing with one of them while the other watches. Woman: “I can’t imagine this is how … Continue reading
Again, another adventure takes place in Lebanese public transportation. This time, a driver decides to put a sign warning customers against sleeping on his shoulders. You know, we all can’t fight the feeling of drowsiness created by Tirashrash and other soothing musical pieces. When, as a country, are we gonna have access to a decent, … Continue reading
I was going to Jbeil today in a public van where I saw members of the Lebanese Army smoking. There were around at least eight army men in there, and no-one said anything. If these people do not respect the laws, who will? This is one of many incidents where Lebanese policemen and army men … Continue reading
Last summer, I encountered an interesting experience when I was in the US. I hopped in a friends’ car and attempted to start the radio before we started moving, this is the message I received: No music shall be given to you until you strap yourself up. This would work well in Lebanon, especially with the … Continue reading
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