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14 février 2008 4 14 /02 /février /2008 08:32

J'ais recue ce message dans un e-mail ce matin et sa ma beaucoup touché , car c'est au jour ci en 2005 mon pays est retombé dans l'inconnu dans la m**de...

Désolé c'est en anglais.....

I am Beirut 

 I used to be a beautiful city… Some people say I'm still as beautiful as I was before... I don't like me anymore… I scare my kids away… I kill my people unintentionally… I starve them to death… I even turn some of their brightest days to a funeral in a split of a second…

Every day I stand there, waving to all these people, mostly young, leaving on these big things they call airplanes… Jealousy kills me, knowing that they will go and enjoy grocery shopping in a street I've never heard of, smiling to a stranger who doesn't even know where their country is… Working hard and becoming successful… I wish they could be here with me, becoming successful with me… I feel helpless without them, thousands and thousands leave, few come back while I sit waiting and waiting and waiting…

A girl came to me the other day, young and beautiful… Wearing that white dress made her look like an angel. Stood at the "Corniche" with a cup of coffee in her hand… She was staring at the sea with words coming out of her eyes

"I miss you Beirut
I miss your weather
Miss your sea breeze
Miss staring at you at night from my bedroom balcony… when the world is sleeping and there is only you and I
Miss feeling loved
Miss belonging to you
Miss feeling the security…
You don't know how hard it is to wake up every morning wondering if your parents or friends are ok, until you read the news and make a few phone calls in case there was an explosion… Try harder Beirut…...."


Tears filled my eyes and anger filled my heart… Didn't know what to say to comfort her!
My body is heavy and scattered, my land enjoys blood and every now and then one of my veins explodes and many of my innocent kids die… I can't help it... I try...

"I want to come back and live here Beirut, next to my family, next to my dad and brother… I want to raise my kids in Beirut, just the way I was raised… Never knew the difference between a Muslim, a Christian Or a Jew… never heard about terrorism… Want my kids to grow up on discipline, respect, beliefs, freedom… and mostly integrity. What happened to you Beirut? You're no longer the same…

I turned and left didn't want to hear her anymore… She kept calling me but I never answered... She broke my heart, only because she was telling me the truth! I'm no longer the Beirut she once enjoyed when she was 4… They took my magic away…

Ashamed I am… I starve my people to death; I have no shelter for them anymore, no security, no love among each other… I'm in pain , I want to endure more, maybe, maybe someday my people will understand the pain I'm going through and help me stand instead of walking all over me… I don't blame them; they are hungry and poor…

She left on one of those big things called airplanes a few days later, sad, she looked back at me hoping to come back and see me at least in the same condition, but we both knew it was not the case, I screamed and screamed hoping for her to hear me …

I order you to come back… Yes I can't promise you security but I promise you that you and me can make it together, come back and bring all those people who once left… because I miss them, miss their faces and their laughs… Come back and fight for me, clean my body from those rotten creatures, change the world for me, help me stand… I can't do it alone.

I'm your city
I'm your mother
I'm your child
I'm Beirut

Je vous souhaite à vous tous , tout l'amour et le bonheur ce jour ci et pour tourjours........bisous

 

 

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sony1807 22/02/2008 10:51

ce texte est émouvant .. ça me rappelle une chanson de Feyrouz, dont j'ai oublié le nom .... mais le Liban est beau, il renaitra de ses cendres quoi qu'il arrive... et ses enfants lui reviendront toujours, tu le sais bien .. Bisous Hala ..

michele 19/02/2008 19:40

Que c'est beau et émouvant...
bises

barbara 16/02/2008 05:40

bon ben j'y coprend rien en anglait !!!mais avoir les autre com sa n'a pas l\\\'aire drole  quoi qu'il arrive tu a toutes mes pensser qui se tourne vert toi pour la paix !!!bisoux de la réunion qui est la preuve que toutes les religion, toutes les différence , toute les comunoté peuve un jour finir par vire en enssemble et en paix....

MAMY ANNICK 15/02/2008 14:59

C'est tellement triste, espérons que la paix reviendraje te souhaite une bonne journée Bises mamy ANNICK

brodev 15/02/2008 08:34

aïe!! mon anglais est si faible!!! mais que l'amour rayonne autour de toi tu es une personne qu'on aime tous!!!! bonne fin de semaine!!