On Lebanese Priorities: Tripoli is One

The total disassociation that Lebanon has isn’t just sad, it’s tragic.

It’s almost midnight. I’m getting ready to sleep in a comfortable bed, in a place I call home. The only thing troubling my ears is a song I probably shouldn’t be listening to.

A few minutes away from me, Lebanese party goers are busy pretending Thursday is the new Friday. Some students are overnighting for an exam they have in a few days. For others the night is still young and they’re out to get lucky.

And, for some people, tonight is a night where they don’t get to sleep in their beds. It’s a night where they are forced out of their homes to live on the stairs of some random building because it’s the location that shelters them the most from sniper riffles and missiles that are falling over their heads.

I don’t care if you think I’m talking about Tripoli often here. What’s happening in that city makes me sick as a person and it makes me disgusted as a Lebanese.

Our filthy politicians run these fights and sleep soundly at night. People like you and I, on the other hand, are forced to cower in the corners of their homes to take shelter from bullets, from explosions, from sounds that shake the concrete housing them. Ma fi gheir l m3attar ekela.

Tripoli should be a Lebanese national priority. The bus full of school children that was shot yesterday should be a national priority. These people who are living on some stairs and can’t go back home should be a national priority. And a meaningless security plan just doesn’t work anymore!

We’re too busy fan-girling over a useless ranking instead.

5 thoughts on “On Lebanese Priorities: Tripoli is One

  1. I live 15 minutes north of tripoli and i could hear the sounds of gunshots and explosions through the night, i can only imagine what it’s like to actually be there.
    It’s pathetic that the media is giving such little importance to what’s going on , even though it really feels like all hell broke loose : kids aren’t going to schools, people aren’t going to their work, everyone is scared to even walk down the street and this is not an exaggeration…. and what’s even worse is that the army is there, all over the place, in their tanks and army vehicles that they borrowed from WWII and forgot to ever return, but they aren’t doing anything to stop it. if they are, then it obviously isn’t working they need to find an ultimate radical solution..
    In the meanwhile the media doesn’t seem to care that it’s been FIVE DAYS, politicians couldn’t give any less of a crap and people are dying in a fight with no aim or purpose other than the fight itself.
    Just sad.


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