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

ART in Paris

min Dermimas ilkom

there's a place i went to where the earth's aroma exudes by the crevices of our soles
when the sun rises and you are awoken by a land mine set off you are reminded of your peace of mind.
a place far from your imagination and near to the soil by your doorstep.
this was a home i visited from long times ago
a place ancestral to my family
hence charged with value of sorts
various forms of beauty ly within

from the traces of my great teta's footsetps to my jedo's marks on the kitchen drawers.
from Baba's plays and my amo's joys
Louisa the turtle when did she arrive?


here im riad made:
tomatoe paste,
apricot jam,
dried mint,
olives,
pickles,
teen,
sharab el tout,
bourgol,
+...
+...
all to be able to cook and make better meals...
that's natural and healthy eating if i ever heard of it;
not to mention...
the clothes worn on each one of their backs sewn by hand
then, with the leftovers, she knit the most lovely of all american style aghan blankets now faded from time's wear

yane nasheta hal mara kanet!

min Dermimas la mahal ma kintou

simsmiyeh

his solemn face could not be ignored...his narrow frame
his tiny face
his crying eyes even before the tear escaped his tiny lashes

the boy was 12 at most
selling Lebanese sweetsnacks.

robbed of his childhood
robbed of his education
robbed of his proper health
and all of his pride

'my underwear is white' - an allegory

an art performance by yours truly
on friday may 30, june 6th and 13th at 5pm across from costa cafe on hamra street.

a 3 part series art performance piece in which i'll be walking through the sidewalks of hamra using it's ramps as much a physically possible. i will be on wheels that don't run on an engine or motor.

equal opportunities

air earth fire water

i could begin to express
i could begin to describe
i could...

...but

to do would be like stoping a river from flowing
it would be like stopping a bird from flying
it would be like a sky where the clouds never formed again
the sun never shone

to do so would be like an embryo growing with no womb
it would be like the child without play and the elderly without care
it would be like the passing of time with no moon
it would be as if the trees lost their branches
the soil its brown
and the flowers color

it would be life without breath and earth without water

to do so would be like mountains without a peak, a valley with no depth
it would be like a bush that had no shape
it would be like a dessert void of sand and the ocean with no fish

to do this would be as if water were ablaze, the earth were flat.
it would be like we were never ONE!
to do this would be an end

what is life with no love?

lifeguard

the lifeguard in jiyeh said that we can't go too far out into the rough sea becasue he would not be able to rescue us because he is from Dahiyeh and we are women.
WHAT THE FUCK?

lahme

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=al1PgunFWtc&eurl=http://www.facebook.com/posted.php?id=641040315&share_id=16818196515&show_add_comment

NO COMMENT...but makes me want to stop 'not eating' meat

dance

to Dance to the beat of the drums is to love the sound of the waves. it is to speak the joy you create within that light inside you. it is to scream against the soft spoken and to walk along an untreaded land. it is to be wild and free again. it is to love unconditionally because it is SO easy to love (that which has no ability to love back). it is to swing in the sweetness of life and pick up magnolias on the way towards an end. it is to laugh in the face of fate and to sing in the presence of death. it is to express. it is to laugh. it is to feel like you have never felt before. it is to glow. it is to appreciate. it is to improvise. it is to enjoy every moment of ones presence while it is no longer there. it is to understand. it is thinking without having to think. it is to react now!

to dance to the light of the moon is to be healing with nature
dancing frees the spirit


to dance to the rhythm of your heart is to flow