This is a strange day....this entry won't have the usual overtones "le blog sfoof" normally has. As bad as things seem in Lebanon, it could all just turn around and be ok in a few days. It is very interesting the balance an entire country is in. Well, I'm not going to analyze it poorly here... just know the family is fine up in the mountains. That doesn't mean we don't worry. It's like sitting down in the most beautiful restaurant, everyone is laughing, and two of us get served something completely unsavory. Yet, everyone else is still completely enjoying the party. What do you do? Do you drag it all down, switch out dishes and pretend the unsavory parts away, or cautiously take it all in? I will be at a sort-of standstill.
Fairouz, Li Beirut
Translated
Li Beirut - To Beirut
A greeting from my heart to Beirut
kisses to the sea and to the houses
to a rock, which is like an old sailor’s face
She is made from the people’s soul..from wine
She is from his sweat…of bread and Jasmines
So how does her taste become? A taste of fire and smoke
Glory from the ashes to Beirut
My city has turned out her lamp
From the blood of a child carried upon her hand
She shut her door, and became alone in the sky
Alone with the night
You are mine, you are mine
Ah Hug me you are mine
You are my flag, tomorrow stone
And a travel’s waves
The wounds of my people have blossomed
And mothers tear
You are mine, you are mine
Ah Hug me
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Oh, I was listening to some NPR reports yesterday and thinking of you and your sweetie and of his family. They are in my prayers, as are you two. Beautiful post. Hang in there.
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