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Tag: nostalgia

  • The Sea, Always~

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    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 Magic of the Lebanese Village~

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    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…

  • Do you Remember?

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    Do you remember?There was no sadness then.The world was wide, endless, filled with only now.Did you trust?Yes, I trusted the presence. I felt it in the wind, moving through the trees.It whispered through the branches,sang hymns in my head at bedtime.It warmed my skin in the golden light.It was always there. I was a child…

  • The Windows of Memory

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    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…

  • Day Three Hundred Two, November 20, 2011

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    One of the greatest kindnesses that went into our creation as humans is the ability to forget pain. Without that, no woman would ever have another baby after her first, we would never dare fall in love again and we would never run after our first fall. Yes, we are able to forget pain and…

  • Day One Hundred Eighty Three, July 24, 2011

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    One of the first shocks you get when you go back to the place of your childhood has to do with change. Everything has changed, your parents are older, your friends are different, your home is strangely nostalgic, your most precious childhood memories are diluted into the wind like dandelions. And so much emotion is…

  • Day One Hundred Forty Five, June 16, 2011

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    Something in us seems to have a great fascination with the past. We are very curious about people who lived before us, about their stories, her-story, his-tory. Yes, history is fascinating to most. There is a great nostalgia that we feel when we walk by an antique; we try to imagine who used it, what…