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cryf April 1, 2008

Posted by Mrm in Uncategorized.

this is not typical mrm material, i apologize.

i dedicate this metaphorical Beirut post to emaciaty, now u cryf ok?

(taken from maze-of-thoughts.blogspot.com )


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 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 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.
I 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.
I 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 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 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 airplanes 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 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.



1. Nwair - April 1, 2008

7araaaam :( :( :( im touched !

2. Boocmarc/emaciaty - April 1, 2008

I think this will be the first comment where i wont be bashing u …

Mirim .. i swear my heart sank as i read that. It’s so weird how i felt that i was telling the story about MY BEIRUT :( Walla my eye teared up … o 3awarni galbi ..
“what happened to u beirut , ur no longer the same?” ……
now i’m depressed… i wanna go back :(((((

well written, touching and sad.

grade: A

3. zainoba - April 1, 2008

Thats soo touching!
Defenitely not a MRM post. Did you live in Beirut?

4. intlxpatr - April 1, 2008

My niece lives and teaches in Beirut. My sister just visited there. Beirut has a history of resilience. Don’t give up on her too sono. She is an amazing and enduring lady.

5. intlxpatr - April 1, 2008

“sono” = “soon”

6. Mrm - April 2, 2008

for the record, i did not write this. i found it on maze-of-thoughts.blogspot.com as i have stated earlier. No i did not live in beirut but i would have loved to :(

7. eshda3wa - April 2, 2008

now im depressed

8. G - April 3, 2008

Ya Lebanon Is very nice and a lot of people are miss using it for their own political views, and they are changing it from bad to worse they should do the opposite.

9. L's Brain - April 6, 2008

I’m curious, why do you add f at the end of many words? “cryf” as an example?

I like the pictures on your blog and your discoveries…. You’re blog has its own special atmosphere…

10. L's Brain - April 6, 2008


11. This Lady - April 8, 2008

I miss Beirut too.. Land of the free, home of the brave.. no wait – that’s not Lebanon is it?

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