This is Beirut

This is Beirut is designed to give voice to the millions of Lebanese who are suffering while the world sits silently. We are not interested in propagating hatred. We want the world to witness through the eyes of Lebanese citizens the destruction and the suffering that has been brought on in the name of defense. If you have a story, poem or letter to share, please email We will work together to end this violence.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

War Diaries- Day 17

Dear World

July 28th, 17th day of war

Yesterday, the UK sent to Israel, as a token of appreciation for their initiatives towards peace in Lebanon illustrated by buried families and shredded children, a brand new bomb technology capable of digging 30 meters in the ground and exploding from the very core of it. This brilliant invention, carefully conceived by some brilliant scientist financed by an even more brilliant government, causes massive destruction in very little time. I bow down to all these brilliant people for their priceless efforts in making human massacres a swifter and quicker process.

I urge Blair and Bush not to include the word 'peace' in their vocabulary. It is really an offence to any human being's intelligence to even utter the word 'peace' when all you have in the back of your head is a mass of bombs and deadly weapons.

Everyday, as I encounter people, I hear new stories. Stories told by people who have left their houses and came running for their safety, bringing with them the most painful news from lands they were forced to abandon. One of these news is that, in one of the surrounded villages, and due to the lack of milk, parents were feeding their children collected rain water mixed with sugar.

The UNIFIL were able to reach one of these villages, where the inhabitants have been living with almost no food, water nor medication for 16 days. With utmost care and involvement, they managed to rescue all the foreigners, and totally ignored the 'local' dying elderly and starving children.

Since when is your right to live predetermined by the kind of passport you hold?

Since when are human beings left to die under the bricks of their own houses, while the rest of the world watches them on television with a bag of chips in their hands, and refuses to do something about it?

This war is not a disaster. Not yet. The disaster will arrive when this war is over, when the tension of the moment dissipates. The disaster of people digging in the rubble and finding the corpses of their beloved. The Health Ministry announced it today: 100 people are assumed to be still buried under the rubble. Another problem appears with all the refugees' psychological state, especially the children. Children who have been so harshly taken away from their homes, their cocoons, their safety. There's a lot to be done after this is over.

Today, two of my friends, who were abroad when the war exploded, came back after a long and stressful trip all the way from the Syrian borders, on the rhythm of bombs exploding every once in a while. One of them told me that on his way back, there was something about Lebanon's breeze and mountains taking life within him, circulating in his blood. This, they will never be able to bomb.

Bank Audi's advertisement on television says that the sun will shine back on Lebanon. I see it is already shining, everyday. We just have to catch a ray of it everyday and hold on to it.

Our sun, that's something they will never be able to bomb. As long as I know this, everything is okay for me. Almost.
A Lebanese Citizen


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