Restez Au Liban -- "Stay in Lebanon

[staracfannumberone]

This is really beautiful, I will translate it for those who don't speak french

(btw i found it in a facebook group)

[staracfannumberone]

Stay in Lebanon

For the first green almonds that we soak in salt, and that sound the knell of winter.

For the shrub on the balcony that we thought was dead and that inexplicably flowers in december.

For the familiar squeaking of the swing, on which we relax, amidst the sun and the songs of the cicadas.

For the savage horns of a summer wedding that takes us to the balcony to see if the bride is beautiful.

For the tribes of parents that wait at the airport for the return of their prodigal child, and who arrive much too early.

For this old grandmother who refused to be put in an old-age home for her narrow apartment in Beirut and so her son can give her a hug each evening. (sorry this is a rough translation!)

For this veiled woman that makes, in the month of May, a pilgrimage to Harissa.

For the young police officer at a crossroad that pretends he's dreaming while we cross an orange light.

For the "Ya Hala" of the steward that accompanies us on our flight to Beyrouth.

For the smiling driver in a three piece suit that, on a rainy New Years Eve, changed your tire without requesting anything in return.

For the bright January sun that makes us doubt that the terrifying storm of a few minutes ago really took place.

For the sad voice of Fairouz that awakes in us a hidden heart for a villager's operetta.

For the smell of Man2oosheh in the morning that is so much more than a pastry made of thyme, as is described stupidly in the dictionary.

For these black cherries of june that color the tongues of children with purple.

For the house "above" (the poem means the house in the mountains) that is prettier than the other because its there that on the evening of our death, we will welcome the people of the village.

For the nights in june on the terrace, for the wine of september that gets finished when its offered to us, for the gardenias of May.

For the wet smell of the earth after the first rain.

To never be cold, to never be scared, to never live alone...for
For all of this ... Stay in Lebanon [/b]

[Fatima]

ya allah!

thnks Karen!