Veronica El Nabbout , The Spring Daughter
She was forced by the "love of life"! I don't really know if I can say that...
The end point is that she left to live somewhere... to be in peace...
While she heard the explosions when she was in her mother's ovary, she cannot accept to hear them again... just as everyone of us...
Blood is everywhere... but specially "hating each other" is what made her fool... because she didn't know why they do so! And yet no body knows...
When I asked why did you do it, She said: what's wrong with my name? Can't I believe in stones and live simply in peace?!
They hate and kill us in the name of God!! While I know him, and he never wanted that... he never asked a human being to take revenge for him!
Witch God are they talking about? It seems their only God is satan...
It's absolutely true that no one expects where and when he will die, but everyone has to live in respect and dignity all the few years he will spend on earth...
Yet because of my nationalism, I would say I can tolerate to live without other's respect, but how can I live if the other(s) don't even accept my existence...
Until the blood suckers leave my country alone, I will not open my wings to come back...
I will cry blood for my Lebanon... I do it now... I will do it everyday...
I cannot change my name... i dont want to anyway... i will be forever the Lebanese flower...
But who cares about flowers, while life is cheaper than a gun...
I hate that night, when I took everything with me as I will never be back...
I hate that night...
I don't know what to say... my ideas are hazy... I hope I will see him again...
I'm so sad because I forgot something important there...
Witch God are they talking about? It seems their only God is satan...
It's absolutely true that no one expects where and when he will die, but everyone has to live in respect and dignity all the few years he will spend on earth...
Yet because of my nationalism, I would say I can tolerate to live without other's respect, but how can I live if the other(s) don't even accept my existence...
Until the blood suckers leave my country alone, I will not open my wings to come back...
I will cry blood for my Lebanon... I do it now... I will do it everyday...
I cannot change my name... i dont want to anyway... i will be forever the Lebanese flower...
But who cares about flowers, while life is cheaper than a gun...
I hate that night, when I took everything with me as I will never be back...
I hate that night...
I don't know what to say... my ideas are hazy... I hope I will see him again...
I'm so sad because I forgot something important there...
I forgot myself...
Isn't bizarre? I always could protect my garden from the storms, the dry weather... but I never learned how to protect her from killers...
Will someone keep this garden alive? A question to God, my mother and the criminals...
1 comment:
hi honey what happened is she ok? are you ok? I pray for you both! love, ann
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