a regular student in the library, checked out a movie that i wanted to watch for class, and then i think… let me check my mobile phone and i get the message. they killed pierre.

i may look like a regular student… but you know whats different about me? i am lebanese. and as a lebanese i cannot expect to have the usual worries other people have. no as a lebanese you just have to think of murder and death every single minute of ever single day. heaven forbid you feel like a normal person for two days in a row.

as i was walking back home, i could only think of one incident, which is a bit sad really. it was in a thread long ago about the president of lebanon. and i remember debating with 3ajib, where i said i want my president to be handsome at least. and he asked… do you mean pierre el gemayel? and all i could think about walking home…was that he couldnt be president now. he doesnt even have that option anymore. and what is his crime? he is working in politics in lebanon.

 i can honestly say that i have seen him twice. the first time was about four years ago. i was working in a patisserie in bikfaya and he was chatting with my boss. they kept laughing and his laugh was so loud. he was just telling jokes. god rest his soul, he always had a smile on his face.

the second time i met him was last year  in the opening of beit el kataeb.

 the question here remains… what is our fate? what is to become of us? is this what we have to look forward to? so many people dying. so young. he could have achieved so much still. why are we doing this to ourselves…

and you know whats worse?

that soon people will for the most part forget. they will get on with their lives. trying to be normal until the next blast hits.

but for how long can we endure? and what are these people all dying for?