that last day of peace in Lebanon

remembering brings a tear to my eye.
to think...
as i know of the thousands still suffering, still displaced from those 33 days
those still at struggle by the hand of injustice and that of silence



as i remember that morning only 10 days ago where i happened to be in the south of my country, awoken by the loudest sound i ever heard: a land mine explosion
the resonance of such a noise remains in my memory and allows for the question:
why was it put there?

breed hate?
ignorance?
a soldier doing 'his job'?
an accident?

i imagine had it been me there to set off the mine before the UN, MAG and other de-mining crews filled the south to clean our land infested by warS.
they came to remove:
the had-been destruction
the attempted deaths and the supposed marks of war.
the erasing of a people
the 'dirty Arab' only known now as terrorist and forgotten for all the discoveries and inventions attributed them

they risk their lives to save ours...even more brave than a bodyguard. they chose.
they know that what they land into every day and each morning could take off their arm, leg or wipe their bodies off this earth yet still they wake up and make way to their tents to their sites
excavators of weapons.



do you remember 2 years ago when there was still peace in Lebanon?
do you remember the people we told you filled our hotels and streets by july 11th
the excitement in the air of the newlywed couples and first time arriving husbands and wives

because i do.
i could never forget sharing these stories with you week after week
explaining 34 days of agony

only shared through sounds, deprivation and the television
because i was NOT there on the battlefield...they did not attack my home.
but thousands of others were and today they are mourning their sons, daughters, mothers, and brothers
the baby that once cried
we but our friends and loved ones, and our sea..they reminisce about the last day of peace upon them