Tag: lebanon
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The Shape of Hope~
The author reflects on the weight of global conflict, contrasting it with a grounding moment captured in a photo of their daughter’s hand holding a starfish. This inspires thoughts on the intricacies of life and the cycles of history marked by division. Despite challenges, the author chooses hope, believing in peace and the potential for…
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Rings of Stone, Sky of Memory~
In the summers of my childhood in Lebanon, we would sleep on the rooftop under the open sky. It was a gift of the season, when the weather turned warm and steady, and rain was no longer expected. I remember the thrill of carrying our bedding up the stairs, the way the night air felt…
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Into the Melt of Light~
There are moments when the world softens at the edges. When the sun leans low enough to scatter gold across the water, and everything is a blur of presence. I stood there watching, unsure if I was dissolving into the scene or if the scene was becoming me. Waiting. Reflecting. Searching. Being. There is a…
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The Magic of the Lebanese Village~
I am Lebanese, but I left Lebanon in 1987. Since then, my relationship with my birthplace has become unusual—both distant and deeply rooted. Whenever I do visit, it’s not the cities that capture my heart, but the little villages. Besides the sea, which I love, it’s always these villages that hold me. They retain a…
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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…
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Virtual Tour- ‘Facing Future’ Exhibition
Here is the virtual tour of the exhibition that is still open for view in Venice till October 5. Today is the international day of Peace. Praying for peace in Lebanon and all other places of conflicts where children and innocents are suffering. Also moments from the opening event. Thanks to all who went all…
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Daily Coffee Talk~ 79/365
As long as I remember, when I still lived in Lebanon, my father would sit by the fireplace at our home at the foot of the mountain and on cold days continuously feed wood to the hungry fire and watch its raging flames and listen to its crackling sounds as it vanished into ashes. It…