You Are Lebanese!

I wrote this in 2005 in yalibnan.com and ironically it fits today's terror perfectly...




Expressions - You Are Lebanese!
Saturday, 16 July, 2005 @ 3:46 AM


The little girl was crying. She wanted to listen to the music. She has grown accustomed to loud noises; the opium to her ears. The day she didn't feel the vibrations rock her bed, and the sounds shake her awake, making her shudder; she felt empty.

She started calling her mother, "Mommy, mommy I want to hear the bombs. Why are there no fireworks today? I want to see the fire burning and the red color everywhere!"

The little girl's mom was mystified. What was she going to tell her petite daughter? What was she to convey to the baby whose little limbs grew with the sounds of explosions and killings? How was she to treat her infant's addiction to terror and mayhem? She needed the wisdom of the Oracle to help her darling from falling into the abyss. "Oh Oracle, help me!"

Lightning lit up the skies of the tormented city. The Oracle woke up with a fury. This country and its people need to be tutored in La Vida rules! The Oracle summoned the wise men of her commission for an urgent assembly.

Samuel Butler said, "Authority intoxicates, and makes mere sots of magistrates; the fumes of it invade the brain, and make men giddy, proud and vain." The security forces and intelligence have been inflated so much, that there is no more space for their minds to function. Power has been rooted deeply in their veins that targeting any threat however minor is their utmost aim. Little girls pay the price of their egoism; they drink up the violence along with their mothers' milk that weaning them off this danger becomes a menace itself!

Thomas Jefferson interrupted saying I am afraid my dear friend it is too late for the little girls to be rescued. For you see, "When the government fears the people, there is liberty; when the people fear the government, there is tyranny." And the people of this country have developed the leaders' phobia; they do not trust their own judgment. They prefer fear over their will to overcome terror ... I am afraid it is a lost case!

Sir Winston Churchill was poked into retaliation, "Never give in. Never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy." This concerned mother should not be put into submission. She should not be convinced that her daughter has no hope in conquering her craving to the bloodiness of the horror of detonations and blasts! I know that the people of the Cedar Nation do not succumb to trepidation.

Lord Chesterfield nodded his head with approval. The people of this historically mighty nation must be given a chance. The nightmares of dread and assassinations should not point them into relinquish. It is only a step they have to defeat to win their freedom to govern their lives. After all, "Arbitrary power has seldom... been introduced in any country at once. It must be introduced by slow degrees, and as it were step by step."

The Oracle looked towards her favorite disciple and asked him to give his ruling towards this issue. Albert Camus removed his glasses, rubbed his forehead and said, "Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear." The perpetrators of these cowardly crimes know this even more than we do. They are experiencing this with every bomb they direct towards an innocent life. They feel the hate build in the peoples' bodies, in mothers' wombs, in children's' eyes. This series of terror will be over soon, for the offenders are reaping what they are sowing.

"The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants, and it provides the further advantage of giving the servants of tyranny a good conscience." Those oppressors' want the dwellers of this blessed land to be like that toddler. They want them to give them the excuse to remain the autocrats. They want them to show their mothers and the world that without them, there is no hope. No survival!

The Oracle fell silent. She engulfed the realm with a warm glow. To the concerned mother, the Oracle stated: "Do not fear for your child. You grew up during the blood-spattered war and you are now a wife, a mother, a working woman. No my dear lady, do not worry. You are resilient people; no bomb is going to make you yield! You are a country worthy of its name, you are Lebanese!"