We criticize all Lebanon. All. We Lebanese, we criticize Lebanese women. We accuse them of superficiality, hypocrisy, sometimes excess. We accuse men of sexism as we blame the parents for their attention often exaggerated, their interference, their severity
... Yes, we watch Lebanon through a magnifying glass. And we have the right. Because Lebanon is ours. As parents have the right to criticize their children. Like a brother has the right to make comments sometimes disturbing to his sister. Law from good intentions. The desire to protect. The legitimacy of the assertion located in the information. Simply. Because who knows better than us in Lebanon, Lebanon.
But I defy any Lebanese to accept that our beloved country abroad tip of the finger. Our women. Our men. Our parents. Because it is a scenario quite different. Right there by default. And then becomes questionable legitimacy.
Because we all love Lebanon. And I can say that the Lebanese I know, living abroad, live and by proxy through a calendar. I can assure you that although I was often tempted to go further, more beautiful and exotic, my heart, he is opposed to this desire and scrolls in front of my eyes cold and wandering a beach Lebanese often ugly, dirty, chaotic but oh I love her. Lebanese
I remain in the soul, in the head in focus, in my fake blond hair and every inch of Lebanese still polish never converted. Today
a ray of sunshine seeped into my room. And my happiness, it has found its source in Lebanon sunlight. I used the theory of proportionality to imagine myself in the sun even stronger, truer, bolder.
And my imagination could only hear the sound of spring - because spring makes noise - the noise of cars passing by delicious at spaced intervals, birds that start quietly chatting, of leaves who caress and my mother in the kitchen busy.
We criticize Lebanon. But we are. We are all the things that bother us, we are his charm, we are his mess, its chaos, its bottling his trash, his permanent danger, its warmth, its excess, its complicated structure, its eternal talks.
This morning, I love Lebanon a little more. Because there are days like this, where people like more, without knowing why.
And as there are stable partners and reasoned, that offer healthy relationships and long-term, beautiful children and beautiful notebooks and other lovers who do not promise anything at all except the fervor of the moment, there are country governments francs. And there is the Lebanon. ©
