“It’s only retirement they said… but in fact no it is not!
The dream of retirement might be the nightmare for many, and in my opinion, retirement should not be a decision based on age, rather based mental and physical potential, and partially the opinion of the bearer.
It is a dilemma! Just when people, they, celebrate your departure from the institution, thinking they are celebrating the end of an era, which in many aspects of this world it means the beginning of the golden age where you need to enjoy and celebrate your life, it does drag many downhill, especially, individuals with long history of work.
At times, having a career relates to the social activity of one person, it is not always a crucial financial side. Therefore, in my opinion, retirement at times could be telling active people, active socially, physically, and mentally, tomorrow put your mind and self at ease and rest, and start a new life!
Did anyone ever consider the meaning of not having a purpose for the day? Did anyone ever wonder about the mental setback this might cause a person? Did anyone ever wonder whether a transitional mechanism should be created? Did anyone ever consider asking the individuals at the golden age, where they see themselves assisting in the institution they served and helped building?
Let me tell you, gratitude does not come in a paycheck, it comes, at times, it comes in valuing and showing respect to the presence of others!”
#MOI thinking about you
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
“Are you ready for change… or change is needed? It is a question one asks self many times along the course of life, whether in relationships, business, or life itself, the question will pop up like a foot pop when passionately kissing.
How can I see the resemblance? Well, when one lives the routine of life for a long time, and the maximum affections she receives on daily basis is the presence of a person under the roof, in this case any attention will be welcome not for trahison but to revive the butterflies in the stomach, a feeling that revives a dead corp, as I always say. & that my friends, is a change that is always needed… In relationships, I tell you, keep those butterflies flying with your partner. A word, a kiss on the forehead, a coffee, the favorite piece of cake reminding them that you know and you care, a flower, anything, anytime, and don’t wait for special occasions! In business, I tell you, keep the team active, motivated… keep things renovated, include retreats, activities, awards… make little competitions, praise people… Invite speakers, international people, exchange cultures… give the employees one at a time, occasional treats and/or an hour off. Open up to new ideas, and development, accept the knowledge of others! In life, I tell you, it is the combination of the above… dare to ride new waves, dare to dream while awake, dare to embark on new journeys. People are interesting creatures, they can all contribute to your life. Enjoy it and live the adventures!”
#MOI A woman taking to a woman, but as well directing this letter to men!
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
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?!
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
“So we don’t forget… MADE IN LEBANON STAMP 2020 The memory for generations to come… Price 0.50 lb pound (listed on the bottom) a coin no longer used in Lebanon AS THE VALUES OF THE CORRUPT LEADERS & THE PRICE OF HUMANITY IN OUR COUNTRY” #MOI Shall never forget
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
“August 4, Beirut Blast… it was just another day until it became Z day! I recall waking up very energetic after a set of lockdown days. I put the alarm on, although I had enough time to sleep in and chill, but I wanted to feel the fresh air and water, and swim. I started the day with coffee, and rushed to the beach, as if this day was escaping from under my feet, I got there, I was chatting with people here and there, and laughing, I was happy… I swam, had lunch, and around 4:00 pm I left, came home to change into clean clothes, and went to see my cousins. I got there around 5:00 pm, we were sitting and chatting by the window, and suddenly, at 6:07 pm Beirut Time, we heard a bomb depart, followed by airplane, we looked at each other with wonder, then the earth started shaking from under our feet, for few seconds, and 6:08 pm, the BLAST ! Life stopped, in my world, memories of all the wars I survived flashed in front of my eyes, and I just wanted to scream the name of my eldest daughter, she is a Chief Resident Emergency Room at the hospital in the heart of Beirut, to know where she was! I tried to remain calm, and calming those around me, I was, but only when lines were disconnecting when trying to call my daughter, I would jump… I opened the app Live 360, to locate her, she was home, yet I couldn’t contact her, and did not know whether I should be happy she was or not, since no one knew what truly happened, and then again I couldn’t connect with her. We were hearing random messages about the explosion location, all were near her, and with every message received I was calling God and her name, nothing else, out loud, and pain circulating my veins… TVs weren’t broadcasting yet the explosion, and news were not accurate, other than a blast, explosion, in Beirut… Finally, I was able to talk to her, she was very emotional, all she said my room exploded, I had just stepped out, I was by the door of my room entering the bathroom, and the earth started shaking, I thought it was an earthquake, but seconds later came the blast and the shock! I left to go to her, and from the car, I called her sister in Cyprus to reassure her that we were all ok, she confirmed hearing and feeling the blast. While driving, and still not knowing the facts, all shops within the drive that was supposed to take 10 minutes and took past an hour, had broken glass, buildings were in a devastating situation, people were standing and driving looking at each other, but really no words could express our shock, then again not knowing what was happening. Finally, I was close to my daughter’s house, when I receive a call from her telling me she received a call from the hospital as a Disaster Code, and she would be leaving. Luckily, I reached her house before she left, I parked the car, walked on glass, and with every step, all I could tell myself, God please have mercy upon your people and protect them. I reach her, hugged her, remembering the first hug I gave her at birth, thanked God for saving her, took pictures of the room and we both left. I tried to reach Beirut, to help, calls starting coming to stay away in order to allow the red cross and fire department and all needed to pass, traffic was horrible, I came back home, opened the TV to see where and what happened, kept calling people in Beirut to check on them, while my daughter and all those healthcare givers did not have time to catch a safe breath nor patch their wounds whether emotional or physical. According to my daughter, the hospital was a war zone… According to the media, the pictures are the truth, but too graphic to post many… According to me, this story is just another story were the untold and unseen is the bare truth! According to the truth, basically buildings shall rise again and politicians shall sleep tight, external wounds shall heal, but the trauma of the pictures, the sounds and screaming of the wounded, and the loss of a loved one, shall remain in our mind until eternity”
#MOI A mother, like many other… A parent, like many other… A child, like many other… A healthcare giver, doctor, like many other… Beirut, Lebanon, where the truth was buried under the ashes, Beirut, Lebanon, the country that crashed under the blast of political conflict, Beirut, Lebanon, we were blessed because the blast and explosion were sucked in the sea, Beirut, Lebanon, will you ever be Home again…
Hand in Hand we make the world a better place with the Ambassadors of Change Riya Yadav from India & Riad Tahan from Lebanon Livestream session Saturday August 15, 2020 @ 6:30 pmOn Service Learning & Culture Exchange
Announcing the Livestream session of Saturday, August 15, 2020, @ 6:30 pm Beirut Time On Service Learning & Culture Exchange Join us with your questions on the facebook link below.
Livestream with speech therapist Sophie Kilzi discussing speech & hearing problemsThank you Speech Therapist Sophie Kilzi:Livestream session with the speech therapist Sophie Kilzi discussing speech and hearing problems especially during our traumatizing period! Stay tuned for tomorrow and get your questions ready, let’s hear from Sophie about her contribution to the Lebanese community! Speech Therapist Sophie Kilzi81 011 011Full stream available on Youtube, follow and subscribe for free for this session and prior ones https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoglfZSFPbGrjbLRX8ST5bA/videos?view_as=subscriber
Announcing Live @ 6:05pm Beirut Time on https://www.facebook.com/Badiaa.Hiresh/ Thursday 13th of August 2020 with Sophie Kilzi the speech therapist discussing speech and hearing problems especially during our traumatizing period!Stay tuned for tomorrow and get your questions ready, let’s hear from Sophie about her contribution to the Lebanese community! Speech Therapist Sophie Kilzi
Video in Arabic and then English
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
They stole my dream… That Tuesday, August 4th, 2020, was a chill day. The first day after 5 days Government Confinement due to Covid-19, all I wanted was to go to the beach and chill.
So I did, I sat under the sun… I looked up to the clear blue sky… What is happening to this world of mine… It shall heal, and reboot I say… I miss life and my life… I miss peace and that piece of the day… When children could safely go out and play… When neighbors could really trust self & others… What if we all spoke one language I say… What if we all had one passport I say… What if we all had water, food, and shelter I say… What if we all could pray our own way… What if we could love self enough to be able to love others… What if we could be good people. Good people, I miss that, I miss good people.
I stayed under the blue sky, smiling at the sun, and enjoying a fresh day… I started taking selfies and smiling, but in my heart, I was smiling, happily dreaming, until, they stole the dream of mine!
See the picture I shared, that day, right before the Blast in Beirut, with the status DREAMING OF BETTER DAYS!
Sometimes we ignore the importance of our dreams. My friends, dream big, live big, enjoy the moment, and every moment, enjoy my non-rhyming poem, but who sets the rules?! Have a non-rhyming life, it’s those moments that flavor our day!
#MOI Memories, Tears, & Prayers for the lost souls on August 4, 2020 blast of Beirut! & Tears for the living who were blessed with life but cursed with the memory that aches the heart from the inside!
Stay Safe everyone, and remember to smile…
HOW COUlD THOSE PICTURES BE TAKEN ON THE SAME DAY!
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
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