I couldn’t find a title that would better suit what I’m about to write here. As a matter of fact, I don’t know what I’m going to write about here, I’m just going to let my fingers say whatever the hell it is that they want to say.
I have a question for you. When will you cut your shit and get back to your senses? Two years ago I stopped writing. I don’t know why, I probably had no time or energy for it. Two years ago I was politically unbiased. Two years ago I used to throw some words at you. Two years ago I thought I had it all figured out. Two years ago, I thought we, the educated, respectful people of Lebanon, are going to make a change. Two years ago I was wrong and today, I stand corrected.
I’ve recently graduated from university and have finally had the time to genuinely concentrate on something other than formulas and numbers. Here’s what I’ve realized: We are not worthy of this country. We are not worthy of the thousands of sacrifices our martyrs have made on our behalf. We are not worthy of those who defended our country against the Syrian invasion. We are not worthy of those who died on their own soil because a group of people decided they want to turn Lebanon into their alternative state. We are not worthy of anything.
Now before you get all pissed off about my judgmental entry, and I’m pretty sure most of you are already pissed, ask me why. Why is this guy saying we are unworthy? Why is this guy saying we’re too stupid to take up any responsibility? Why is this guy assuming he knows better than us?
I’ll tell you why. For one small reason. You probably cannot recite your national anthem.
And the people your parents voted for to represent you in the parliament? They don’t know it either. I wanted to make very descriptive and educated points about why most of our representatives don’t fit the very basic job description, but I’m pretty sure this is more than enough.
Where am I going with this? As stated at the beginning of this text, I have absolutely no idea. All I know is, if we continue this way, we might as well hand our country back to al-Assad. Even though we’d be a Syrian sector, living as an oppressed minority, we would probably have the basic needs such as electricity, public transportation and maybe, just maybe, decent public schools. The public health sector, thanks to Minister Hasbani, is doing much better so I’ll leave that out of my rant.
So again, where am I going with this? I still don’t know. All I know is, if we continue this way, we might as well tell the Syrian refugees to use these 10,452 square kilometers as they please. Throw it in their hands like an old toy we no longer need.
This is not a toy. This is not a can of tuna with an expiry date and this is most certainly not a round of counter-strike. Just because you’re sick of it and you’ve lost hope in winning, doesn’t mean you just give up and yell out Ma3sh bade salle. It doesn’t work that way.
Thousands upon thousands of people sacrificed their lives for you to stay here and be one of the, if not the, very first countries in the Arab region to allow you to practice your freedom of speech, pick your own representatives and, well, get shit-face-drunk without being prosecuted.
At the end of the day, I’m only writing to rant. I’ve lost hope in most of my people, especially those who ma badon ywajj3o rason bel siyese. But this battle is far from over, this is a matter of survival. From my perspective, from the perspective of the 14,000 men women and children who died in the 70’s, the 80’s and the 90’s for you and me, my fight is over when I lay breathless and helpless beneath her majesty.
Get out of your cocoon, pick your fight and make a difference.