Whispers

The most beautiful mothers

ls the one who waited her son

The most beautiful mothers

is the one who waited him

The most beautiful mothers

ls the one who waited her son

The most beautiful mothers

is the one who waited him

And he returned He returned as a martyr

She cried two tears and a flower

She cried two tears and a flower

And she didn't isolate herself in mourning clothes

The war didn't end

But he returned

His rifle wilted And his hands unprejudiced

The most beautiful mothers ls the one who waited her son

The most beautiful mothers ls the one who waited him And he returned

The most beautiful mothers

Is the one that her eyes never sleep

She remains watching a star

hovering on a corpse In the dark ls the one who waited her son

The most beautiful mother

is the one who waited him

The most beautiful mothers

is the one who waited him

And he returned He returned as a martyr

She cried two tears and a flower

She cried two tears and a flower

In the name of God the Merciful,

the all mighty

the all mighty

Praise be to God

God of the universe

The Merciful, the all mighty

Owner the day of judgment

Thee (alone) we worship

Thee (alone) we ask for help

Beirut became ruins

By time ruins are beautiful

But I will never get accustomed

Beirut was ugly Maybe,

But it was my city

It was bad Maybe,

But it was my city

Historically many other cities were also destroyed

I feel sorry but not as much as I feel sorry for my city

How many times we said

"Beirut needs to be burned"

We repeated this many times

But now ifs different

Beirut is my city and someone destroyed it

and every time I think of what happened I feel that I have the ability to kill

Yesterday, I came back

Every time I return I find that

Beirut has changed time after time

Every time I say may God bless those who stayed in Beirut God help those who left

Nabil, was from those who stayed

Nabil, who took me to Beirut streets

Who took for me pictures At “Hajj Dawoud” café

And introduced me to Marcel Khalif e

Nabil, who's going to Tyre, was born out of war

Nabil and his friends became the children of war

Who is Nabil? Or who is “Abol Nobol"? And not Nabil

Nabil is a group of multitude of noblemen

Nabil the photographer

Nabil the Don Juan

Nabil the politic

Nabil the gentleman

Nabil the greedy

Nabil the intruder , The sniper, the liar

I don't know from where I should start From which Nabil

I will start by Nabil the liar that was obliged to be a liar during the war We were obliged to lie

Since it was a part from our job To lie to those who were sitting behind the trenches

So they get closer to move forward with u concerning certain military and political necessities

in order to give an accurate picture of war for the journal

Under these circumstances one must lie to survive

Maybe one must also lie to live as well

As for Nabil the photographer who is working day and night

To eat or buy a car

To get married on clay to buy a suit for the holiday or to hang out with friends

Now about Nabil the Don Juan he's a guy like any other

He must have a relation with a girl

To hang out and have money in his pocket

One must visit hairdresser at least once per week

or borrow a car

Nabil is a modest man, calm

Who speaks the right words at the right time

Who is shy, no not shy but modest

What is the war? What did I do during the war'?

The truth is that as a photographer I was working with a newspaper

I was supposed to follow the war and what was happening during it

And through this door I entered the war

I didn't want war from inside

I know that war is bad

I hear that war is bad

I watch on television, in cinema that war is bad

Many people die, I didn't want war

I went and started to take pictures for the war

What is war? I didn't know before

People are fighting others are dying

For example, I was walking with someone and suddenly a missile fell beside us

He was only a meter away from me, I looked at him and he was on the ground bleeding

At the beginning of the war I was lost

What shall I do? Should I take a photo or save him?

I started shouting for someone to help him

I waited for someone to save him and then I took a photo

Sometimes I was afraid and sometimes I wasn't

I wasn't afraid no...yes I was

What is death? I don't know

Death is when you can no more see anything... this is death

Death is that people forget you the next day... this is death

Because they don't want to forget me I stayed alive

And in order for them to say “Abou I'Nobol" came “Abou I'Nobol" left

"Abou I'Nobol" come take for us a picture

I think it is a psychological issue Like were in the war

There were some people who refused to be pictured

They preferred to stay away from the lens of the camera

On the other hand others liked to be pictured

Sometimes they came to the journal to ask for their pictures

Asking me to enlarge it

So they can show it to their mothers, fathers and friends

Look this is me in the picture

Most of them like to take their pictures with heavy weapons and not with the weapons that they were fighting with

Not with Kalashnikov they used

Those who used the Kalashnikov

They put it aside and took pictures with “Douchka”

or on a “Tank " during the war, to show that he was driving a " tank

they used these pictures after

one would say take a picture for me before I die Maybe you will use it to sell it and get money

Shit!! I will earn money from this picture'?

One of them said to me, take me a photo and sell it when I die

Do not die, fight!

When you die we'll take care of that don”: worry

I saw many people who died

But the ugliest scene was a child dying

It was the only time that I could not take a picture

I was staring at the child, I didn't not want to forget him

There were some people fighting because it was a new idea

One was a student, worker, labor other was an owner of a shop

There is war Weapons, shooting and fighting

They were excited by the war You were fighting

Some didn't even know why they are fighting

Others knew very well

Something encouraging to visit Tyr more than any time before Bishop Khoury Bishop of Tyr

I told Abou Ali that I was coming since a month and a half

But I couldn”: Yesterday I called

What can you tell us about Tyr?

Are people visiting it?

People are coming back attached to their country more than before

Despite everything that happened in this country

You know that when Tyr was bombed last August

The city was bombed as if you are sewing a piece of clothes

As a result Dr. Ali Khalil from Tyr visited me

He asked me: how many people stayed at their homes?

I told him: I counted them they were not more than 17

And at the city they were overall around 100

But today about 60 % returned

Others hesitate and wait for God's grace

so they can rebuild their homes that were severely affected

to fix one room of their home at least

so they can live in it

I hopefully expect that when they can fix one essential room to live in

I think most of them will return, if not all

I think that Lebanese specially people living in South

Despite all the misfortunes

Just like when the sun shines, you forget the rain

Lebanese are like this

They love their country and homes also are attached to it

Despite all the obstacles and need they are still attached to their country

We left Tyr What a beautiful sea at Tyr

Its color today is the color of fear

I have only been here two days ago

I've heard so many opinions and I got lost

Yes, lost

When I left the airport

I felt like I'm am a foreign

What will happen to us?

We will not stop leaving?

Carrying our houses on our backs

Like birds who got crazy

From village to village

From region to region

houses are empty

and they tell me: nobody cares

and they say: no one is responsible

A country, a nation is ending

You think that what is ending

must end?

And what is born, must be born?

This is the first time I see Bekaa winter

We use to come at summer Bekaa meant the summer

Baalbak festivals, Chtoura Cafés on the banks of Berdawni

Raw Kebbeh, Arak and fried frogs

Karicheh, yes karicheh (cream) and Labneh

This is the first time at winter you think summer will come back?

Mousse Freij l-Hawch Snaid

I have never left my land

I was born on this land

Even when I was networking here in agriculture

I returned after a week or 10 days