Tag: childhood memories
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The Sea, Always~
There are places that never leave you, even if you step away. For me, it’s the sea. I was raised near the Mediterranean, and more than half of every year was spent at its edge—with family, in sun and salt, in rhythms shaped by tides. We played from morning until night, sometimes even swimming under…
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The Wave that Keeps Returning ~
For as long as I can remember, there’s been a dream—a recurring vision that haunted my sleep throughout my childhood. It’s always the same: I am a small child, standing at the edge of the sea, and a massive wave is rising, crashing toward me. The feeling is unmistakable—a mix of awe and fear, so…
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The Windows of Memory
Yesterday, someone asked me how it felt to recall childhood memories of Lebanon. Without hesitation, I answered with two words: ‘warmth and melancholy’. But the question didn’t leave me. It followed me throughout the day, unraveling layers I had not fully acknowledged. The truth is, my relationship with my first home is not just tinged…