The Simple Life
By Suha Karaky, Managing Editor
Beirut, Lebanon − It was early morning in my village of Ain Bousoir in Southern Lebanon. I was woken up by the sounds of chirping birds, clucking chickens, mooing cows, and my four-year-old cousin’s cute words. At that moment – in spite of the early hour and the lack of caffeine in my blood – I could not help but realize… Life in the countryside is so trouble-free, so far from the complex – and quite electrifying – vibes of urbanity! [More]
Cats, Parrots, and Jackals
By Rami Oueini, Staff Writer
Beirut, Lebanon - Be it larger-than-life explosions all over the country, or heavily-packed cars awaiting the signal to blast by the side of the road, or dozens of bullets through the windows of a prominent political figure, or the violation of innocence in the illusion of just vengeance, the inhumane variations of mass crime are no longer strangers to our [Lebanese] daily life. [More]
Kinda Real Column
By Kinda Adra Mugharbel, Staff Writer
Beirut, Lebanon - Many people have left the country to work abroad. Most people I know have fled to Dubai. The funny thing is that a year after departure, each one of them has changed in a different way. It seemed to me that when they traveled, their real characters were revealed like they were not their real selves here. Or could it be that each has changed in a different way while adapting to a new culture? [More]
Time to change
By Iman Tabbara Alayli, Staff Writer
Jeddah, Saudi Arabia - Every child grows up believing that he or she will accomplish greatness in life. We create an almost-heroic figure of whom we eventually would like to grow into. Boys are encouraged to overachieve with the help of all possible means; as a result, our spec of a country is oversaturated with doctors, lawyers, and engineers. Nothing is wasted on them, or so do parents wish to believe! [More]
To my Mattress
By Tarek Khaled, Contributing Writer
New York, USA − I love you… You are always there for me, waiting patiently and calmly just the way I left you, waiting to comfort me.
You are always there to bare the extra load and the abuse you get whenever someone comes over. You are an icon of understanding, patience, unconditional giving, and generosity. You are my own personal mother Theresa. [More]
Bleeding
By Jamil Beiruty, Contributing Writer
Beirut, Lebanon − Have you ever wondered why we are still alive? Did you come up with a realistic analogy of one’s existence? If so, then you are amongst the finest breed of optimists.
My own life is a testament of survival between supernatural forces of nature: Destiny versus coincidence versus commotion in constant motion. [More]
A Country Gone Mad…
By Mohamad Sobh, Contributing Writer
Beirut, Lebanon −I am usually not moved to write except when I undergo exceptional and prolonged periods of emotion, both in the negative and positive senses. Frustration has been plaguing my soul for the past three years, three years that were ostensibly supposed to be valuable in both academic and social aspects. Keeping in mind the context in which we [Lebanese] have all been living in, I acquired more “value” than I bargained for. Thus, I will not engage in giving a rhetoric lecture in the lines that follow (although the title disagrees with what I said), but rather, I shall try to offer a solution, a mitigation of the ridiculously mindless current state of affairs. [More]
Anywhere but Here
By Lina Alotri, Contributing Writer
Sacramento, California − Am I destined to be somewhere, a certain place that I have been wanting to be in since as long as I can remember? I only get a little taste of it. But I am supposed to be there. That is where I should be. I have been dreaming about it a lot recently. Even with all its deforms, I still love it. Lebnan jenneh 3ala il arid. Hayk bi oulo (Lebanon is heaven on earth; that is what they say). [More]