A small house is hit by a huge blast

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Posted on Aug 31 2022 by Rouba Zaidane, - 4 minutes read
A small house is hit by a huge blast
Adra Kandil
A small house is hit by a huge blast, one that shook buildings and people. Buildings can be restored, but what about people?

The blast unleashed a scream stifled in the laughter of children who were unware of where they were and what to expect.

 

The blast unleashed the stifled scream of the parents who worked hard all their life and after so many years they found themsleves they were back to square one.

 

After the Beirut Port blast, dreams have changed. I am dreaming that endless heart wounds will be healed. It is hearts that make people’s worries melt.

 

Lebanon, a piece of heaven. I am dreaming of congested streets once again. I like congestion. I wish it would be back in the streets, houses and shops. I wish I could spend hours to reach a home full of family members, friends and peace of mind. This is better than empty streets and the quick drive to houses clear of their owners but full of worries and anxiety. I am dreaming of our gatherings in which no chair is empty and the room is too small for us. I am dreaming of the Eid bringing together families, children and beloved ones. I am dreaming of the Eid free from sadness and loneliness as beloved ones are away.

 

I am dreaming of a job opportunity in a civilized country, that I turn down! I turn it down without thinking twice about it because I am fine and happy in Lebanon and I do not want to leave. I am dreaming of a nation that is a nurturing environment to the youth, their dreams and ambitions - a nation that is a model for creating opportunities. I wish my co-citizens would grow up and study in it and come back willingly, not because the opportunity overseas no longer exists. 

 

I am dreaming of my foreign friends sending their papers to me so that I look for jobs for them in Lebanon. I am dreaming of Lebanon haunting every young man and woman who want to make their way in this world.

 

I want to sleep by the window of my room without being afraid of stray bullets. I am dreaming of not startling whenever the wind slams the door or someone speaks to me. I cannot forget the day the blast occurred and the sounds we heard.

 

I am dreaming of ending my day as I please, by taking a warm shower, watching TV and resting comfortably without being bound by the schedule of the electricity company and generator owner who cuts power at 8.

 

I am dreaming of going to the North, South, Bekaa and Mount Lebanon every week without worrying about running out of gasoline.

 

I am dreaming of seeing beautiful scenery in Lebanon, even more beautiful than it looks in the pictures, not the one destroyed by quarries.

 

I am dreaming of seeing Lebanon as clean as the hearts of its youth.

 

I am dreaming of hearing the experssion “you are lucky” when I tell someone I am from Lebanon, rather than hearing “sorry for that”.

 

I am dreaming of passing near the airport without crying as I recall all those I bid farewell to there.

 

I am dreaming of living a peaceful life with my parents without having to take one of two options, either emigrating to make money and meet needs, or living with them in poverty amd misery. 

 

I am dreaming of a Lebanon that keeps pace with the times rather than running counter to the trends of the times. I am dreaming of a better tomorrow, without getting to the point of regretting past days.

 

I am dreaming of waking up one day without thinking that I have to leave, despite realizing I cannot stay.

 

I am dreaming of Lebanon as a nation, not a mere country! 

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