والله يا طير الحمام اللي تسافر
ودي لاحبابي السلام
واحمل بجنحك رسايل من تهاجر
للي حرمونا المنام
بالله يا طير الحمام
I arrived to Fouad Khouri Hospital today like I usually do every Monday afternoon for my physiotherapy session and entered the elevator, when I saw a gentleman walking in the gate. I re-opened the elevator for the man and heard him thank me bashfully, but clearly enough to identify his lovely Iraqi accent.
I’ve seen lots of Iraqis here since I returned. The un-funny thing is that I saw 99% of them at AUH and at Fouad Khouri and CMC (All Hospitals & Medical Centers).
Seeing the Iraqis around Beirut makes me sad honestly. These are people who were one day part of the strongest and most civilized and richest Arab country. And one of the richest countries of the world. These are people who’ve been through hell under a dictatorship that lasted too long, only to end on the hands of foreigners. These are people who saw the great Baghdad fall into the hands of the Americans and ate humiliation. And these are people who fled a war torn country, took refuge in another country where war itself has taken refuge long before they did.