No, #Christmas is not over in #beirut…
Paolo Coelho - Aleph
My tree! #christmas #beirut
One day it’s up and the next it’s down… Then the sun comes up on a winter day, and you see someone who was really never into reading absorbed by a book on their warm sunny balcony, on a quiet Sunday morning. And the warmth of the balcony, of the sun, of the book, of the old familiar face entrapped in a world of his own, makes its way to the heart, and all melts… all melts, on a warm sunny day.
A gentle wave of optimism… and a desire to forgive… There we go Life, another day, and it starts good.
“Suddenly we woke up and Aleppo was being bombed. I won’t forget how it was, back at the day. Everything is suddenly nothing… You don’t care about anything anymore… All what we’ve been through, all what we talked about, like what you believe in religion, what you believe in politics, what is freedom and what is not, what is dictatorship and what is not… everything disappears from you mind in these moments. It’s just… death. People are dying, and you might be one of them any minute.”
A break from the dizzying intoxicating news of brigades, extremists, massacres and things we’re struggling to make sense of, to the account of a regular guy from Aleppo with a family, a career and a life I can relate to in. Without oversimplifying, this guy could have very well been you. It’s just a matter of odds.
Snowy mountain on a clear sunny day. :) #lebanon
And that is not snow! That’s just freaking cold! Just like that all of a sudden. #beirut
العتبه جزاز و السلم نيلو ف نياون. #و هنا _القاهره #beirut
My friend’s fridge. And THEN it’s also the place where you find the food. #good times