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Showing posts with label Beirut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beirut. Show all posts

Thursday, May 16, 2013

A First Kiss


            I decided to ignore the warnings, the stories and the rumors.
            I kissed him goodnight, in the middle of downtown Beirut.
            Everything I expected from a first kiss was there: the pounding heart, the butterflies, the thrill, and the joy… But one unexpected thing happened.
            When we opened our eyes, we saw a policeman calling us.  We just ignored it and walked away, until he started screaming.
We ran. We acted like we were guilty of something, like what we did was wrong, like we were criminals, caught red-handed.
            Luckily we both got home safely. Stripped of all dignity, humiliated, scared, annoyed, confused, but safe.

            Today, whenever I pass by downtown Beirut, whenever I think about him, hear his name, whenever someone ask me about my first kiss, I do not remember touching his lips, running my hand through his curly hairs or trying to control my pounding heart.
No. I just remember the angry and disgusted voice of a policeman, the awkward looks we got while running in the crowded street and our awkward laugh while saying goodbye like what just happened was the most normal thing in the world.

            I think about how no one should ever have to face such humiliation. But then the Dekwaneh abuse happens, and what I thought was the worst kind of humiliation possible, an incident I have been afraid to share for a year now, seems stupid and ridiculous.

            I open my diary, read what I wrote that night, one year ago, and try to put myself in their shoes, multiply this page on a diary by a hundred, by a thousand.
But I can’t.

            Instead, I just do what I would have done if I had to face a similar situation. I write. And today, I am sharing what I wrote, to everyone who has ever been humiliated, by a person, by a city, by a country.

Friday, February 22, 2013

An Ode to Beirut


Beirut is every old building, every skyscraper. Beirut hides in every dark corner, every lost street, and every spooky alley. Beirut has a thousand ways to reach the same destination; it is a maze of stairs, sidewalks and highways linking every corner of the city to the other. Beirut is in the street art, from the shocking statements to the sweet messages on the walls; it is the colorful posters and ads; it is the face of a martyr standing in front of his flag.
Beirut is the laundry on the balconies, the laundry on the rooftops. Beirut is the electric cables bursting out of random places. Beirut is the coffee shops, the library, the supermarket, the butcher’s and the mall.
Beirut is the minaret and the church bell.
Beirut learns to ignore the fact that it woke up to the sound of a dozen cars honking simultaneously. Beirut is the never-ending constructions.

Beirut watches the sunrise behind the cement jungle as it’s waiting for the school bus. Beirut is the smell of coffee in the streets and the sound of two coffee cups thumping against each other at 6AM.
Beirut watches the sunset at the waterfront, waiting for the grey polluted sky to turn red. Beirut is the blinking lights of the boats leaving the port, the deafening sound of the planes landing in the airport.

Beirut is the sound of thousands of generators buzzing three hours a day. Beirut takes electricity cuts into consideration while scheduling its day. Beirut gets out of the most relaxing shower even if the water stopped running just after it poured shampoo on its hair.

Beirut is the cursing of an angry man at the TV every day at 8PM. Beirut loves being a mess and makes everyone talk about it. Beirut is a drama queen.

Beirut is every glass of alcohol poured on a Saturday night; Beirut is the cigarette smoke rising until it reaches the moon.
Beirut never sleeps because Beirut can never do everything it has planned.

Beirut is the old man, smoking his arguileh, playing tawleh in the middle of the road. Beirut is the fake boobs, the fake ass, the fake nose, walking besides a lost child in downtown. Beirut is the veiled woman and her almost naked friend.  Beirut knows all about the cab driver’s life after a 10-minute ride. Beirut is the neighbor and his son, the cousin and her dog, the co-worker and his girlfriend, the hairdresser and his mom, the old high-school friend and her husband; Beirut is a family.
But Beirut doesn’t need people’s company: Beirut just needs the city.

Beirut is my best friend drinking a bottle of wine on the sidewalk and laughing her ass off at something that doesn’t even matter. Beirut is my lover smiling and making me forget everything around me.

Beirut is the city you cannot explain, the experience you cannot share. Beirut is the place you can’t shake off your head.
Beirut will always be here, but you won’t. Beirut won’t miss you, but you will. Beirut creates, but you follow. Beirut happens, but you are. Beirut doesn’t need you, but you do.

Beirut is where you were; Beirut is where you are.
Beirut isn’t where you will be.
This is why you crave it so much.

Because Beirut is where you will always want to be.



Thursday, January 31, 2013

Humans of the World

I have been tweeting about Brandon Stanton's Humans of New York for months now but some things are too good to be shared on Twitter exclusively.
When I really like something it ends up on every social network page I own, so here we go.

This TEDx Talk was given at Columbia and these truly were the most inspiring 15 minutes of my life.
If I could sum it all up, it's  about how the media is a business like any other: it shows you what you want to see.
We all know that deep down but never try to see the other side of the story. This is where Brandon's portraits come in.



Now what do you think about when I say "Lebanon"?
Kids playing in the souks? An old lady walking in the streets of Ashrafieh? A man and his tarboosh selling kaak or coffee on the street?

Well, this is exactly the kind of pictures you will find on Humans of Lebanon. This is how you know the people behind it failed to grasp HONY's idea which they were apparently inspired by.
I hope the page is going to evolve and show more of the Lebanon we do not know.

Don't get me wrong, I'm always happy to see a portrait on my Facebook timeline. Humans are awesome no matter what.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The Year of Karim

I take New Year resolutions very seriously.

2012 was all about discovering my world and trying new things.
Since all my friends felt like leaving Lebanon at the same exact moment this summer, I was left alone in Beirut. This is how I discovered the city, by walking aimlessly in the streets with my laptop and a book. I got lost quite often but it was worth it. The camping and the hiking also helped since I got to discover the hidden beauty of the lost and abandoned wonders of Lebanon.
The year was also full of first times, things I never imagined would have happened. And I don't regret a thing.

And here comes 2013, the year during which I graduate from high-school. It is already meant to be amazing so I thought of the perfect resolution: Build unforgettable memories.
So when my friend got me an awesome Polaroid, I immediately started taking pictures of everything we do, whenever we go out. The plan is to fill a whole wall with these.


Also, luck seems to be on my side.
Yesterday, we had the traditional New Year lunch at our place with the whole family (and by that I mean no less than 50 people). So, like every year, mom hides 3 coins in her famous and delicious kebbeh arnabiyyeh and look what I found in my plate...


This means that 2013 is going to be as awesome as expected!

Monday, December 10, 2012

From Beirut to New York City

My brother always told me that if I had a chance to leave for college, I would most probably never come back to Lebanon. Life is so much easier abroad, more opportunities, better jobs, better everything...
My friends always told me that if I had a chance to leave for college, I would be the first one to forget about them (yeah, thank you for that guys!). I could easily start a new life and forget everything about my past.
I never disagreed with them but today everything has changed.

College seemed so far away a month ago.
This morning, I woke up expecting my suitcase to be packed and ready to go.

It is all I can think about, even if I'm not leaving before August. These are going to be the longest 8 month of my life but I am grateful for that. I want to enjoy every second of my last year in school with all these amazing people because, a year from now, we will all be scattered around the world.

All these thoughts are rushing to my head now that I got my acceptance letter. I am so psyched to be going to the best university of all times in the most beautiful city in the world but still afraid of living alone in a place where there is nobody I know and most of all, sad to be leaving everything behind.

It is only now that I realize I won't be able to live with myself if I never come back to Lebanon. I can't just ignore that last 18 years of my life, this place shaped me and made me who I am, from the streets that I know like the back of my hand to the man who sold me my first ice-cream, my first bottle of wine, my first pack of cigarettes, from the random strangers who smile at me in the street to my closest friends with whom I spent the best years of my life, from the welcoming smell of home when I leave for too long to my family that I never loved more than today.

I spent the last 3 years of my life working towards leaving this country and now I only have 8 month to make up for all this lost time. And even if I do make the best out of my remaining days here, I am not ready to say goodbye.


Sunday, May 13, 2012

LebIDAHO Posters

I finally had the chance to hang some more posters in the streets of Beirut!
(I went a little crazy with the pink posters, they are so cute)

However, we quickly ran out of glue. I'm hoping to find some time this week to go back and finish the job.

If you haven't check the LebIDAHO website out, read the stories already published and don't forget to send your own!

Uncensor yourself! Share your story.





Monday, May 7, 2012

Stop Homophobia

We all know that Lebanese people do not really respect traffic symbols, but I do hope that this one will catch their attention. 

With International Day Against Homophobia coming up on the 17th of May, we thought that this was an appropriate time to start spraying Beirut's wall. 

But little did we know what was happening in the dark streets of Ashrafieh.  
While the gays were happily running around with their spray paint, a little straight couple decided to park right in front of us and conceive a child. 
Now, unless the poor guy was gay or the girl was really really bad, I fail to see how procreating can take that long. 
LM and I had to hide during one whole hour, waiting for the silhouettes in the white car to stop moving back and forth. 
Walaw?! 

Anyway, while our last graffiti (which has been painted over) was all about spreading the love, this one is about stoping the hate. 
What's the difference? I don't know. I guess it's pretty much the same thing. 

Hope you like it :-) 



Don't forget to check LM's post

Friday, February 10, 2012

The Graffiti

There are two kinds of New Year resolutions, the sober ones, and the drunk ones.
My drunk New Year resolution was to leave a footprint on Beirut's wall, share a message of love and peace.

Finding the idea was quite easy, V for Vendetta, of course!
Even if I do not know you, I love you, from all my heart. - Valerie.
First thing I did next morning was to call LM.
She immediately came up with a great idea.
She turned this famous photograph (I don't know how famous it is, she's the only one who actually knows it)


Into this awesome design:


Now the real challenge was the painting.
She was just calm, chill and relaxed.
I was excited, stressed and scared.
What if someone sees us? What if they call the police? What if we get arrested?
Hah, ah well. I was surprised to see that Lebanese people do not give a single fuck about what you do.
A lot of people passed and did not even notice what we were doing.
A guy, who looked like a tourist, stopped and watched us paint for a while.
Two other Lebanese guys randomly said 'Ya3tikon el 3afyeh'.
Everyone else was just indifferent.

The result was quite amazing, hope you guys like it.




Don't forget to check LM's blog!

And also see what Celine K. wrote!


Sunday, January 22, 2012

Beirut


They're American, I have no idea why the band is called Beirut, but they are genius and I love them! :)

Friday, January 20, 2012

From All My Heart.


Let me first start by sharing with you, one of the biggest inspiration of my life, which is of course, V for Vendetta.

Well, actually, that's the only thing I really wanted to say, I'll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.
Wether you're on your way to work to work in the early morning or coming back from a party late at night, I hope this brings a smile to your face.


Thank you LM for making this possible :-)

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Bursting the Bubble

We all live a redundant routine. We get attached to that routine. It makes us feel safe. Then something comes up, and you have to abandon that routine. You get used to something new and create a new routine.
Then, reality hits you back and you go back to the same old habits.

These holidays have been wonderful.
Waking up at 12, going out at 1, just walking around with my laptop, a couple of books and of course, an umbrella (Forgot it once, regretted it the rest of the day). Just walking around in Ashrafieh, getting lost, finding my way back. Sitting, getting a coffee, writing, working, reading. Alone.
Go back home around 5, eat, go back out, walk. Alone.
Come back home around midnight, sleep.

I totally fell in love with that 'lifestyle'. I just felt like a homeless guy for a couple of weeks and it was awesome. I saw new faces, been to places I've never been to before. School, home, friends, I just couldn't stand doing the same thing over and over again.
I still haven't got tired of that. I wish I could still go out all day and do nothing and just stare at stranger and chill.
I just burst my bubble and I'm glad I did.

Tomorrow, I go back to school, back to my routine. I'm afraid I won't have time to spend days just chilling. But, oh well... My laziness has its limit.
It's just that, I discovered so much things. When you're all alone, you can see everything, it's all clear.
We all have these awkward moments when we think about life and all before sleeping. Just imagine doing this all day long.

These holidays have been enlightening and I just wish that my routine isn't going to stop me from having some alone me-time.
I don't want this bubble to ever built itself around me ever again.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

24 hours later... Lebanon's IDAHO posters

Gone! Half the posters are just gone! Ugh!

I think the pope had something to do with this...

Abou kees the guardian angel!

This one has been attacked!! Outrageous..

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

To The Streets! Lebanon's IDAHO.

We finally did it! I've been procrastinating this for a week, mainly because I was freaking scared.
But after my friends told me they were overexcited about it. We did it.

We started hanging the IDAHO posters just after getting out of Fedex Sassine, walked to TSC Ashrafieh, then all the way to Sodeco, posted a couple on Aabd El Wahab, Rue du Liban and Huvelin.

I'll admit it, my heart was beating like it never did, and everytime some guy was walking next to us I would just sit and wait for him to pass.
I was freaked out the whole time while my friends were so relaxed and calm, which freaked me out some more!

Funniest moment of the night:
Overexcited friend who took pictures with every posted they hanged and me stressing and screaming and looking everywhere to make sure nobody sees us.


Worst moment of the night: While hanging a poster, a car stopped. Someone opens the window and I see... my cousin. He asked what we were hanging. I've imagined this scenario the whole night so I spontaneously came out with a nice lie while standing between him and the poster.

We still have a lot of posters, and we're going to post the rest on Friday!

Thanks to the awesome friends and to the great Art Director @Zoozel








Saturday, January 8, 2011

Taxi!

I like lists.
They make me feel comfortable. I like having everything planned, nice and organized.

But then, I decided to try to make a list of all the Lebanese taxis, and that was troubling.
So now I started this list, not knowing if it will ever end.

Then I thought that opening the Yellow Pages was wiser. So I did.
Two pages, yes, two pages, for only taxis.
How many? 111.

So, I'm just gonna post the hilarious one here.


Safe Taxi
As in, we're not gonna rape you, steal your money and leave you on the street. I feel better already!
But everyone knows that if you don't want to get raped, you have to ask for Banet Taxi! No men allowed!

Pythagore Taxi
Now I know you're smart! I wish you could see how relieved I am right now! Wooh! A taxi driver that can calculate the hypotenuse of a right triangle! Can you ask for more?
And his friends Smart Taxi and Taxi Al Sakafa.

France Taxi, Paris Taxi, London Taxi, Versailles Taxi
That's a little too far from home, dear. 

Also, if you're not afraid of the new radars, you can always choose Schumacher Taxi or Vite Taxi.

Some prefer staying simple: Friendly Taxi, Smile Taxi, Happy Taxi, Good Taxi, Best Taxi

While some are just too good for you! Lord Taxi, Private Taxi, Elegance Taxi, Excellence Taxi, Crystal Taxi, VIP Taxi, Crown Taxi, Queen Taxi, Sultan Taxi. This is just too luxurious.

And there's of course, the twins: Geries Taxi & Gerges Taxi.
Wait, triplets! Visa Taxi & Viva Taxi & Riva Taxi.
 
But if nobody wants to go in, you can always beg like Please Taxi!
Or maybe a warm welcome? Ahla taxi!

suite Taxi
Specific religious background required.


Yeah... Enough sarcasm for tonight.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

UFA 3D Mapping Event

My parents told me to check this event out cause the daughter of my mom's best friend presented a video (which wasn't that good by the way).

So, I just went with them since I was bored at home and had nothing else to do and turns out, it was great!
Every animation was so creative, colorful and every single one of them amazed me!

I really encourage you to go check it! There are 2 other shows on the 30th and on the 31st at 8:30 PM.

The point of 3D Mapping is to display an animation on a building to make it "come alive".
The UFA building turned into a circus, a black hole or even an aquarium...





Saturday, November 20, 2010

Coming Out - 3

Don't forget to read part 1 and part 2!

Accepting yourself for who you are is still something you have to deal with internally, alone. It's something you can control, but coming out to your friends is something you can't plan, you always have to expect the unexpected and deal with your friend's reaction.
Of course there are some friends you can trust, someone you know will understand you and always be there for you.

That friend for me was C.
When I came back from England, my friends saw that change in me, I couldn't pretend anymore. I told C that I had something important to tell her but I couldn't do it in front of her. So I waited until one day we were chatting on MSN to tell her. I was scared and stressed, she first asked if I was joking, a reaction that I expected. Then when she finally took me seriously, she directly told me that nothing mattered to her, that I was still the friend she always knew. :-)

It wasn't until a couple of weeks later that I told another friend, S. We met at the mall and spent the afternoon together then I told her. She stopped and looked at me. I guess that wasn't very subtle! She took more time to accept it, but again, nothing changed in our friendship.
I guess girls can accept their friend's homosexuality easier than guys.

The first guy I came out, J, didn't react in a good way at all. Again, we were chatting online and I told him. He said he needed time, so I gave him time. I mean it took me 15 years to get over it, he could have all the time he needed.
I asked him two things, two simple things. Try to keep this for himself and accept me for who I am.

Three days later, I was talking to S about it;
'Maybe he told someone!'
'Noo he would never do that!'
Then she randomly hung up and called me 5 minutes later, telling me that he told my best friend, A about it.
I knew A was homophobic, he told me he thought that being gay was a mental disease so I wanted to take my time to break the news to him. Weirdly enough, he's the one whose reaction shocked me the most, in a good way.
I was talking to him later, told him I was sorry he had to heard it from J and that I was planning on telling him
as soon as possible. His answer? 'I knew it!'

More than a year ago, I came out to him, he told me I wasn't gay, he told me it was just a phase, he told me he didn't believe me. I forgot all about that! But, he did believe me after all. Even if he doesn't understand me, A accepted me and is really cool about my sexuality! We spent some time together that week, talking and I realized that I couldn't wish for a better friend. He has always been there for me.

J on the other hand has been a total jerk, an asshole. He told C that he tried to 'change me', to 'make me straight again'. He destroyed our friendship, but were we really friends?
How can a friend act like this?
He is the kind of guy that depends on his manhood. The kind of guy who uses 'gay' as an insult (and he still
doesn't bother using it in front of me).

So here's the example of a friend, and the example of a jerk.
A friend can change; he would do anything to accept you for who you are.
A jerk doesn't even know who he is, he expect you to just be there when he needs you, when he isn't even here when you need him.
Anyway, who is he to accept me or not? Am I some kind of issue he has to live with? I'm sick of waiting to see if he's going to talk to me again one day. He doesn't deserve a friend like me.

The last friend I came out to was Rita. I've never really been close to her but I knew that she couldn't react badly! The woman would give her life to protect LGBT rights! (No she's not gay!) I told her that I wanted to write a blog and then sent her the link to my first post. After she read it she was like;
'Oh! You're gay! I had no idea! That's cool!'

Coming out to my friends was the best thing that ever happened to me. I got closer to some of them, got to know them better and better. But I also realized that I was better off without some people.
So... That's it! I hope that this will be helpful to some of you who are still unsure.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

The Night of the AdEaters.

When I first heard about it, I wasn't so interested... For me, ads always meant bathroom breaks while watching a show on TV.

Well, that was before tonight! This event really surprised me, in a good way!
I never thought advertisement could be such an art. The ads were creative and original. Funny, amusing, touching and even shocking, each and every one of them took my breath away!
From 1980 to 2010, ads for all kind of products and from all over the world were showed.



I also enjoyed free donuts, coffee and condoms! Hurray!
Unfortunately they had the bad idea to give out horns and baloons to everyone. Whenever people liked the ad, hated it, or even if they just got bored, they starting blowing in their stupid horn.

They also started with the best , leaving the most boring till the end. So I left before the show ended. I hope I didn't miss anything worth it. I was exhausted! Even after drinking two coffees...

And I still am, exhausted! And it's 2AM, so I should probably go to bed...

Good night :-)

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Zammour Addicts?

What's up with all the honking?! Why can't a driver wait 30 seconds for someone to get our of a car, or someone to park?! They start honking, in the middle of Ashrafieh! I can't listen to myself anymore!



I live in one the busiest part of the city, next to a very popular mall, ABC. And because of that there is always traffic in this neighborhood, especailly with school buses trying to get through the tight streets of Ashrafieh. 

Why are people so impatient? Why can't they just sit and wait? They all have this overwhelming urge to push their stupid horn! Don't they realize people live in these streets? People need some calm, some serenity! We can't just shut the doors and windows all the time! It's becoming unbearable!

And things are getting worse! A restaurant just opened in my building. So now there are two restaurants and a pub in my street, so the noise is continuous!

Argh! I don't know how I am going to manage during exams :-(

Oh! And the best part is when people park their cars on the right of the street and on its left; so when if someone can't pass, he honks à la libanaise, which is non-stop honking until the car owner comes and remove his car. Yeah... Hurray!


Luckily I have the perfect anti-stress: Rubik's Cube! The simple logic of a beautiful puzzle... Annddd when I'm stressed and mad, I have more chances to beat my records 8-) Yay!