Tag: childhood memories

  • 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…

  • The Weight of Innocence~

    The post reflects on childhood, often viewed as joyful, yet sometimes masked by unacknowledged sorrow. Through a poignant image of a child in Tripoli, the author explores themes of resilience, the impact of one’s circumstances on identity, and the challenging journey of nurturing hope and rising above difficulties.

  • 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…

  • Diving for Hidden Gems

    As a child growing up in the Middle East, I had the gift of the Mediterranean. Summers stretched endlessly by the sea, with the soft murmur of waves and salt-laced winds painting my earliest memories. We would spend entire days and nights at the beach, diving under the warm, glistening surface of the water in…

  • 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…