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I have a name without a title!Write down!I am an ArabYou have stolen the orchards of my ancestorsAnd the land which I cultivatedAlong with my childrenAnd you left nothing for usExcept for these rocks..So will the State take themAs it has been said?!Therefore!Write down on the top of the first page:I do not hate poepleNor do I encroachBut if I become hungryThe usurper's flesh will be my foodBeware..Beware..Of my hungerAnd my anger!Nizar Qabbani, 1977Beirut, Mistress of the WorldWe confess before the One GodThat we were envious of youYour beauty hurt usWe now confessThat we've mistreated and misunderstood youWe had no mercy for you and And we had no excuse when we destroyed youWe offered you a dagger instead of flowers!We confess before the Fair GodThat we have injured you, alas; we tortured youThat we vexed you and made you cryWe burdened you with our endless troublesO BeirutThe world without you is not enough We now realize that your roots are sown deep inside us,We now realize the offence we've perpetratedRise Beirut, from under the rubble
Like the flowers of the almond tree in AprilGet over your sorrowSince rebirth is born from the wounds of griefRise to honour Lebanon’s forestsRise to honour Lebanon’s riversRise to honour humanity!Rise, O Beirut! KAHLIL GIBRAN 1921“You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.” ― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life cancontain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.” ― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet“When love beckons to you follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.