Ordinary

Ever since my trip to Lebanon this Christmas, I’ve been feeling uneasy. It’s always been painful to leave home after the holidays. Even after 18 years living abroad, the moment I hear “taxi’s here” as I start to roll my suitcases out the door, I feel my heart sink. Every year, it hurts. But this time, something felt different. Something still feels different.

This time, when I arrived in Dubai, I felt a sense of relief. I felt secure and safe and wasn’t looking back as I have in the past. It felt good to be back. It felt comfortable.

I haven’t been watching the news. I haven’t been keeping up with current developments back home. When I try to, I realise nothing really ever changes. It’s the same news about the same expired political regime. It makes my stomach turn. So instead of stressing over something I feel I have no control over (unless I choose to dedicate my life to it), I retreat to my comfort zone. I get up for work on weekdays and enjoy meaningless brunches on weekends. Comfortable. Easy. And relatively stress free. 

But somehow, this comfort zone is starting to close in on me. It’s that split second when I allow myself to think “oh well” and “nothing changes anyway” and “why stress”.. It’s that feeling of resorting to the comfort that I am privileged to have rather than “stressing” over the devastating situation back home. It’s the indifference. It’s dangerous. It’s ordinary.

Seeing pictures of my home covered in snow for the past few days reminded me why I’ve cared so much over the years and why we are anything but ordinary and so should be anything but indifferent.

Happy Friday. Sending my love from Dubai to Beirut.

.من وقت ما نزلت علبنان بالعيد عم حس بشي غريب 

أكيد ولا مرّة بحس حالي مبسوطة أنا وفالّي بعد العطلة وأكيد ما بنبسط اترك عيلتي وبيتي وضيعتي وبلدي. حتى بعد ١٨ سنة غربة، كل سنة من دون استثناء لحظة يلّي بيوصل التاكسي – “اجا التاكسي” – تياخدني عالمطار قلبي بيقشط. احساس بيزَعّل وببكّي وولا سنة بيهون

.بس هالمرّة غير. بس وصلت على دبي لقيت حالي ارتحت. وهالاحساس بالراحة خانقني

ما عم اقدر احضر أخبار عن لبنان. ما بعرف شو عم بيصير. وكل ما جرّب، بلاقي انّو ما تغيّر شي. بعدو البلد عم يتعذب تحت سيطرة (مش سلطة) ناس (مش ناس) عفّنو وطلعت ريحتن من زمان. بعصّب وبطَفّي وبعمل مشروع “برانش” سخيف بس عالقليلة بِسَلّي وبِنَسّي والحياة بتكمّل طبيعي

.الاحساس بالراحة مفيد وصحّي عادةً بس وقت يبلّش يشبه ال لا مبالاة بصير مؤذي وخطر وما بيلبقلنا.

.منيح يلّي تلجت هاليومين تارجع اتذكر ليش هالقد لبنان بيستحق انّو نناضل كرمالو وما ننساه قد ما كنّا بعاد ومرتاحين

.صباح الخير بيروت

2 thoughts on “Ordinary

  1. Adel Chidiac's avatar

    رائع يا ابنتي يا لبنانية بنت العالم. سنرجع يوماً ونلتقي ونهزج لا بدّ أن يشفى هذا الطفل العليل فهو لن يعجز أبداً سيبقى مراهقاً وطني يتجدد سنفرح به لا محالة إنه الصبر فالإنتصار
    مسألة ساعات بل ثوانٍ في حساب الأزل أسمع خطى الحبيب ورقصة الفرح سيندثر الحزن ونفرح ❤

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  2. Yojen's avatar

    Someone shared with me this link. They did well.

    I read all the posts.

    A sneak view into an “old” soul. A window to your thoughts. A discovery of whom you might be.

    There is much to say about each of them.

    Short and powerful. Beautifully written! A distinguished style.

    Specifically, on Ordinary (or Extraordinary) …

    Torn between your heart and your mind. Pushed by your reason and pulled by your emotions. It is the way of life of those who ask questions.

    What you believe is right today, might not be tomorrow, and the opposite after tomorrow. And that’s also the way of life of those who ask questions.

    Keep asking questions.

    it is your journey.

    You will travel it, always seeking new discoveries, new knowledge, new feelings.

    One of the things that put you apart, as it does with other young adults who lived a similar life, are the values you lived in your family.

    These values anchor you and give you a strong purpose.

    Looking forward to more posts!

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