Last Sunday, I went to the beach. And even though I absolutely hate going to the beach on weekends, we found a quiet, simple little place where only others, like us, go for some peace and quiet; sun, sea, and sand.
As we were making our way back from Jiye (south of Beirut), we were expecting to see the regular vendors of ears of corn, watermelons, and whatever is planted in the vicinity. We sometimes stop by and buy really beautiful ears of corn – you know, the kind you don’t find in even the most prominent supermarkets – before heading home. However, as we drove through the area where they usually set up their little stands, I was shocked to see the first three stands empty, with a few ears of corn laying on the floor. The next three stands seemed to have been the object of a massacre.
“You realize I saved your sorry self back there, right?”He was always very condescending. It helped him overcome his anxiety and the feeling he had that he was always one step behind in life and everything happening around him.”Make sure you know that you owe me one.”He gave her one last look, making it last long enough to give her the impression that he was evaluating her the way one evaluates a horse. Only when they finally made eye-contact, he walked away.It was the first time she had been mugged. She always thought she was too strong for someone to perceive her as prey. She always thought it would never happen to her.It was around 3 o’clock in the afternoon, and it was one of those days where your soul takes a new dimension. It was one of those days where you imagine having taken another decision at some point way back in your past, and lose yourself in drawing the different path it would have been. Basically, it was one of those days where you do something that will either change your life, or drown you in regret. And knowing that, you still have no choice but to act upon it. She was almost there, in her thoughts, when someone shoved her and left her on the floor. Continue reading →Tweet