Yesterday I rose up for the Lebanese National Anthem.
It was the first time I had done it for years. I don’t remember for sure, but one thing that I am certain of is that for more than five years while I lived outside the country, the only National Anthem I had to rise for -ironically- was the National Anthem of the United States of America.
The emotions were conflicting yesterday for the Lebanese episode just as they were conflicting during the American one. Sure thing is, both countries have given me one thing I value so much: great university education and times, and great friends.
For that, I would rise for their national anthems forever.
Just watched Little Miss Sunshine with my beloved students. It made me realize how much I miss the freeways of America. With the trucks, the crazy drivers, the Harley Davidsons, everything.
Then I walked down the slums of Hamra.
Passed by Cafe Younes and said hello.
You always bump into acquaintances at Younes.
If you don’t, then you’re not in the art scene in Beirut.
I went to Chico and got my weekly dose of DVDs.
I passed by tourists at Socrates, smiled to a woman trying to attract customers, and almost bumped into a man selling vegetables.
These slums have their joy. When I walk, I see myself from above, a happy carefree soul.
But I still miss the freeways of America 🙂
Few days ago I watched a documentary film by Carole Mansour “All for the Nation” (Kollona lil Watan), which happens to be the title of the Lebanese National Anthem.
The documentary is about the plight of Lebanese women to give their kids and non-Lebanese spouses the Lebanese nationality.
It was really sad (& funny honestly) to see people struggling to get the Lebanese nationality. I mean, no kidding? You want the Lebanese passport? Para que? You want to fight for a passport go fight for a “respectable” one. No offense to those proud Lebanese passport holders. I have a Lebanese passport and truth is I am not proud of it. The truth sucks most of the time though. And I should be happy because at least I have a passport unlike some other people who don’t. Of course. I am grateful for having a passport. I am just not so proud of it and that’s totally my right.
I had to read the post below to remind myself of the BS I write sometimes.
Been a while I didn’t blog. I am mostly blogging now just to break this “long break”. I got myself busy with teaching and festivals and writing and STUFF. ScriptFrenzy is surely a good thing to get yourself busy with writing a new draft.
I tried a getaway to Ghazzeh (Bekaa) on Friday but failed miserably. Ended up arriving on Saturday afternoon with a group. I might try to do it again on Thursday and stick around till Sunday. That might boost the writing. If I manage to take the right DVDs it’ll sure be a blast for moi on the viewing level as well.
Beirut, on the other hand, embraced a new demonstration today. An anti-war demo. The “anniversary” of the civil war is coming soon in few days. How I hate its memory. How I hate to hear it mentioned. How I hate anything that has to do with it.