For three days, I’ve had a lump in my throat and my fingers have been numb every time I sit in front of my pc to write.
Mostly I just cuddle in front of the TV while the rest of the house is asleep, and then go to the internet and read what the Lebanese bloggers are sharing, and what Roba, Hala, Khalaf, Sam, Lisa, Abu Aardvark and the rest of them are saying.
Then I start to write, but fall short… a letter to the world, an email to my Lebanese friends, an email to the MERYANers in Iraq, Gaza, West Bank, and Lebanon. Amazing how this youth network managed to personify the Middle East conflicts for me.
Now Lebanon is not just the place we went for a couple of beautiful family vacations, the source of art, poetry, culture, and music. It’s not just the travel agency advertisement, the “See you in Beirut” superstar tag line, the lyrics of a Fairouz classic… It’s more than that.
It’s Nabil, Wassim, Nellie, Maria, Rabi3, and Malak.
And it’s Eve, Mustafa, Raja, Fouad…
Here’s the unfinished letter I began writing to the world yesterday…
Dear World,
I am writing you from Jordan, a small country in the Middle East, the one “between Iraq and a hard place”, the one south of Syria and Lebanon.
Don’t worry about me. I am ok. I was supposed to be in Lebanon this week, participating in a youth camp, but I apologized way earlier because I couldn’t take time off work. Two of my friends are there now, still not sure when and how they’ll be able to get a ride back.
At first, when all this hell broke lose, I was mad. I was so furious at how someone like Nasrallah can decide to drag an entire people into war, and to have them subjected to bombing, shelling, destruction, and death… for one stunt.
But then, I was even madder, not at Nasralla, not at Hamas, not at religious fanatics and extremists… but at YOU; The cowardly, apathetic world, and so-called world leaders, who sit back and allow hundreds of innocent lives to be shattered for “self-defense”. Nasralla knew that his “operation” would instigate such a reaction, and Israel didn’t let him down.
Can’t say it more eloquently than Khalaf… are you seriously asking yourself why young people in this part of the world are driven into the extremist thought? Why they become so polarized?
How can you, how dare you, close your eyes to the humanitarian disaster that’s been happening in Gaza those past weeks? How can you sit back and allow the US to veto a UN declaration to condemn the acts of a war-machine? How can you sit back and allow for massive, disproportional, unjust collective punishment??
You claim you want to bring democracy to the Middle East, and then you support the actions that feed the extremism that will come to power if true democracy is implemented.
I live in Jordan, where many people take the stability and peace for granted, where they have political opinions without fully realizing what they entail, and where extremist thought and sentiments are alarmingly finding their way into a segment of young people. People watch Al Arabiyah, Al Jazeera, CNN, Future, and LBC, feel angry and frustrated, curse Israel, curse the US, and then go back to daily business as usual. They curse the inflation, the increase in oil prices and real estate prices. They curse Amman’s summer traffic. They watch with fear the fluctuating stock market where they risked what little life-long saving they have. They flip through the newspaper in search of a decent inexpensive short vacation escape; Beirut will now be scrapped off the list, and Sharm will be back on. But Beirut will never be scrapped off our hearts and minds. I just pray that we don’t go numb from the saturation of war and death news. Hundreds of innocent Iraqis die every week. After three years of this news being repeated, it became just that, ‘news’… flying over our heads.
I’m tempted to say “Whatever…” and end this letter…
Yet I can’t say “Whatever”!! Three days ago I wrote to my friends telling them I’m depressed. Today, I don’t want to be depressed anymore. I am angry.
But what difference would another angry Arab make?!
In a couple of hours, I will be out heading out to work with a group of young people on a film they’re making, a hilarious film about bride-shopping. In the evening I will get together with a friend I haven’t seen in ages. And tomorrow I will start off another hectic week at work with a 6:00-AM meeting.
And in the midst of all that, I will be watching Al Arabiyah and Al Jazeera, I will be checking toot, and I will sit at the Cafeteria and discuss the whole thing with my wise friend B, one of the most politically and socially-aware people I know. We will wonder, again, what it would take to mobilize people, and to shake us out of our silence. I will sigh, the lump in my throat and the knot in my tummy will grow bigger, and then I will look at my watch, and tell him I have to get back to work.
And that’s probably what you will be doing too, dear world. You will do whatever it is you were doing, or not doing, and the Extremists on both side will have the upper hand.
But you and I have a responsibility to find what it is that’s in our power to do about it, and to do it.