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The pain is not stopping… Oh if you can see what I am seeing right now!
I am standing in the middle of ground zero where Beirut Blast of August 4, 2020 took place at 6:08 EEST… Should I say more, no words can describe the disaster!
In our culture we say, may it be mentioned and never happen again, in steel and not in souls, at least you are among the living… all true, but are those people living and alive?!
Are those people, the ones picking up the wreckage of their homes, living and alive?
Are those people, the ones hanging plastic on their doors and windows so they can sleep in, living and alive?
Are those people, the ones dragging their mattress by the main door of the house to sleep at night fearing burglars would rob the rest of their belongings, living and alive?
Are those people, the ones walking, who lost a family member whom their blood is still staining the walls as they walk around the house, living or alive?
Are those people, the ones without a full roof above their head, living or alive?
Are those people, the women who lost a husband while waiting for him to join for dinner, living or alive?
Are those people, the children who lost a parent, living or alive?
Are those people, the children who lost their favorite blanket, toy, outfit… living or alive?
Are those people, the families that lost the walls that were keeping them safe, the car that was driving them to work, the hand that was patting them reassuring them that all will be okay, living or alive?
Are those people, name it, close your eyes and see it, living or alive?
Well, they are breathing, but are they living or alive?!
Well, they are those people, but are they treated as humans?
Well, where is the human conscience of the people behind the blast!
Those people are probably living in a House but will it ever be Home again?!”
#MOI standing on ground zero of Beirut Blast August 4, 2020 @ 6:08 EEST, standing in the heart of my hometown, standing with pain aching my heart, a pain that is not getting any less, and wondering, will this hometown ever be home again?!
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I am very sorry for Beyrouth, for the Lebanese… Such a beautiful country that has gone from one nightmare to the other… Toutes mes condoléances…
I once went to “Beyrouth” (J’aime bien l’orthographe en Français) briefly, centuries ago. Don’t remember the city much. I was just a child then. I remember Baalbek…
Tous mes voeux pour le Liban. All my best wishes for Lebanon.
Thank you sooo much for your kind words
Probably it was jbeil or Byblos
Wish I could do more. do you still speak French?
Oui je parle le francais
Très bien. Ça fait plaisir que l’on parle encore un peu Français dans le monde… 😉
God bless you dear and keep you safe