West Beirut: a movie that sticks

The movie West Beirut, opened my eyes to how oblivious our generation can be towards one of the…

Lebanese flourish, but only abroad

For a few years now, I have been writing and writing pieces paying tribute to my beautiful city…

Civil War Beirut: The youth needs to know more

Today’s youth feel like they don’t belong because of their lack of knowledge on the civil war that hit Beirut starting 1975. This article looks at the absence of this period of time from Lebanese educational history books.

30 years of war, a matter of seconds

Beirut, this is the first time I look at you with no words to say. I’m speechless. What was…

Dissatisfaction: Searching for the cause

Everywhere I go, wherever I look, I come across the same thing: a disappointed look — whoever I ask, whether a friend, family member, or random acquaintance, many of us seem to be vexed with where we are right now, socially, physically, and intellectually.

Amal’s life in Golden Age Beirut

After a few years of living under the misery of the French mandate, Beirut was let free to bloom, change, and instill happiness among citizens.

Let me tell you an exciting story, that of Amal Abou Rjeily. Born and raised in Ras Beirut, the woman…

A tribute to the protest: what will happen tomorrow?

After spending a few hours in the protest against the tax hike on Sunday, March 19, the disapproval aggravated and citizens, including myself, can no longer handle the severe corruption and dishonesty our country witnesses daily.

Screens: An illusion of comfort

When I look back at my daily routine for a span of a month, I do not recall one day where I would wake up or sleep without a screen in my hand, whether it were my laptop or my iPhone. Truth is, this is the reality of more than half of our generation, if not all.

Not your ordinary Beirut

The love for Beirut wasn’t by coincidence, but instead I grew accustomed to all its values, art, beauty and charm…

Beirut, I thought I’m lost.

*written in January, 2018

So, I have one week left till I bid Beirut farewell once again. Yet there’s so much I felt I haven’t done, so many lost opportunities, and a lost soul in the mix too.