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Showing posts with label Lebanese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lebanese. Show all posts

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Lebanon & Drama

So, a pillar collapsed and the landlord is informed. He did nothing about it. Two weeks later, he advices everyone to sleep out of the building. Then, it collapses.
What is everyone doing? Standing in the red cross and the police's way, trying to get as close as possible. How nosey are you? Get out, you are freaking useless. 
What is the media doing? Sending 10 cameras there and interviewing survivors, minutes after the collapse, saying names on national TV without anyone's consent.

What are the people trying to help doing? Throwing rocks on the ruins randomly. What if there is someone under that you bloody idiot? 

What is their miracle solution? Pray and light a candle. Yes, that's helpful.

Lebanese people, Y U SO DUMB?

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Free As A Bird: To Immigrate, or not to Immigrate? - By Ralph H.

 I look at the world and I notice its turning.
If I go there is no turning back, If I leave there is a huge possibility that I won’t come back home, back here, back to Lebanon. But it was never my choice to leave in the first place. The only thing I did was get used to the idea of going away, leaving, immigrating, whatever you want to call it. Lebanon has been a breeding ground for hatred, homophobia, disgust, prejudice, loneliness. But it is also my home country, it is where all my friends live, it is where all my memories, or most of them, lie. Every Lebanese person complains about Lebanon, only in the end to say that this is the best country in the world. But is it? Are we only saying that out of sheer patriotism or obligation or do we believe in the words that escape us? In my opinion it is only because we got so used to the traffic, to the people, the swear words, the gossip, the drops of water hitting your face while you walk along the sea front, the shopping, the downtown, Hamra street, Gemayzeh, Monot, Byblos, Fairuz, friends, family, the small villages nestled in the protective twists and turns of the overlapping mountains… the list could go on forever. I think every country is unique in its own way; every country has something worth discovering. The question remains, to move, or not to move? I think most of us at some point proclaim that we cannot wait to pack our bags and leave. I remain one of those people. I am surrounded by these people. It is almost all I think about. Beirut I love you, I love you not. I have found more freedom abroad, freedom to act the way I want to, freedom to wear whatever I want tom freedom to say whatever I want to… I cannot live in any country where I cannot truly by myself to everyone, where I have to hide. I think everyone feels the same way.
By Ralph H.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Lebanese/Lesbian?



So, I was watching the latest Glee episode and I was chocked to see that Brittany replaced lesbian by Lebanese on Santana's T-shirt!

Santana: I'm Hispanic. Wait, is that supposed to be lesbian?
Brittany: Yeah. Isn't that what it says?

What is that supposed to mean? It isn't the first time I hear about confusing Lebanese with lesbian on a TV show or movie...
Is that some kind of joke I don't get?