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“Never” is the name of my homeland

Note: re-edited the post of October 14, 2008

Neverland Lebanon is ruled by the officially recognized 19 religious sects and does not enjoy a real State or government as defined by the UN:  The “citizens” are practically chattel to religious clerics and feudal lords, and the election laws are designed to institute these kinds of affiliations.

Do you know of political refugees who have no hope of returning to their homeland? Palestinians are a striking example since 1948.

Currently, many ethnic groups have experience genocide and forced transfer and are Not allowed to return and the UN is totally helpless in that matter.

So many colonial powers’ civil wars and pre-emptive wars in non developed countries have dispersed millions of people from their homelands and within their lands and many have preferred drowning in the seas or crossing inhospitable deserts for any kinds of future.

Do you know of members of professional diplomats who are frequently transferred around the World’s Capitals?

Have you ever asked your folks “when shall we go home?” and the reply is “Never!”?

Amelia Nothomb grew up in Japan till the age of six. Her father was a Belgian diplomat.

Amelia loved green, flowery and well provisioned Japan of the seventies.  Her Japanese nurse adored her.

When her father was transferred to China it was the period of the Gang of Four after the death of Mao Tse Tong. This Gang made it a policy to burn all the cultural manuscripts and heritage of China before the revolution; and famine was endemic.

Amelia was terribly nostalgic for Japan; she asked her dad “when shall we return home?” Her dad answered “Never”!

Little Amelia reflected that her homeland is named “Never”.

The inhabitants of Never have no hopes; their language is Nostalgia; their currency is idle time; their Capital is called Slow Death.

The inhabitants of Never are incapable of erecting a house but they worship any kinds of stones.

They substitute stone homes with monuments of love, friendship and writings.

The citizens of Neverland learn from childhood that life is in constant decadence, dismemberment and dispossession.

They know by the age of 3 what 63-year old citizens of other homelands cannot fathom: The citizens of Never are a happy lot because any bit of grace dives them in a state of drunkenness. Kind every minute is a miracle bliss for survival.

I am Lebanese by nationality, but I was Not born in Lebanon.  I was born in Africa and lived there till the age of 6 before I suffered a near death illness (Typhoid). I spent my childhood in a Lebanese private boarding school; my folks used to visit every two summers.

These rare summers were hectic: my parents did their best to convince me that they were my mother and dad. I used to flee to my “home” at the boarding school and my parents frequently retrieved me from there.

Later, I made USA my home for over 20 years of my adulthood (on and off twice), and never visited Lebanon due to the war and lack of money. I finally settled in Lebanon Neverland in 2000 because I got bored in the USA and terribly tired alone.

They say tiny Lebanon is the most beautiful land on Earth because the sayers didn’t travel that much.

In this tiny and compact State you find all the varieties of natural beauty except deserts.

For people living in countries of extreme weather conditions all the varieties of natural beauty on earth are just curiosities, but never feel home.

I figure that if you lived in a gloomy country, darkening weather, No sun for months on, constantly raining or snowing or if you lived in an arid country where fresh flowing water is nonexistent and the sun is constantly blinding and burning hot, then your nostalgia for your country is the more acute and everlasting.

The citizens of Lebanon enjoy unbridled liberty, an adjective that describes the financial capitalist freedom to embezzle.  This freedom in Lebanon is characteristic of a non-government or administration; you are totally free to live and die; totally free to demonstrate and criticize since there are no ears to listen to your complaints or act upon them.

Lebanon, the land of water and no potable water reaching the houses; no public electricity; you have got to rely on private providers for all your essential utilities; for quick results you need middlemen for all public service transactions.

And you pay twice for every facility of what the State is supposed to offer, from your taxes.

When Lebanon obtained its “independence” in 1943, forest covered 35% of its superficies; it is now less than 12%.

Every year many terrible, wildfires, initiated by men,  eat whole mountain slopes: why cut down tree and make coal? Just go there and collect ready-made coal free of charge.

The successive governments never found it a wise idea to purchase a single specialized airplane to put down these recurring fires; and when they purchased one, they discovered that it was Not fit for Lebanon landscape. Heck, we have no forest rangers department.

The Lebanese, in this Never land, subconsciously prefer chaos to order; they are not serious about changing their caste system.

The Never land “citizens” are great magicians; they want you to believe that the variety of their castes (over 19 castes) is proof of their cultural heritage and their sense of openness, but they Never communicate with one another.  

They can be as remote as the Moon in human interrelation. Before the audio-visual technologies a few castes were believed to have tails and a few others corns.

The “Neverland” indigenous can convince the World that Lebanon is the Switzerland of the Middle East; they won the first prize in acting all the dramatic roles.

The immigrants are trained to exhibit to you long faces and even cry to express nostalgia, but they are expert fakers.

This magical Neverland shifts from a glitzy environment to a very conservative climate of women wearing black robes from head to toe within a ten-kilometer drive.  You move from disgusting display of luxury in one location to utter poverty in the blink of an eye within a hundred meter radius.

The Capital of Neverland is ranked second after the city of Anver in Belgium as the zaniest, funniest, varied, and modern location for tourists and offering the best culinary choices.

The rankers never troubled to investigate if its indigenes can afford the pleasures displayed in their Capital. The capital Slow Death was re-transformed and re-built to attract the petrodollars visitors.

The soul of Neverland is endemically melancholic, but its people learned to show off happiness and contentment.

Maybe the ancient inhabitants of Lebanon enjoyed the healthy and frugal life style in its mountain villages but that was decades ago.

A person has to cater for his soul; it is his responsibility to discover his own set of Truths.  The name of my homeland could be “Never“!

This grand Luna over Lebanon village of So7mor

تعيدني هذه الليلة ” القمرية “بالذاكرة الى ليلة اول اذار من حوالى عشرين سنة في بلدة ” سحمر ” البقاعية

كنا قد دعونا الى احتفال خطابي وجاء من يقول إن هناك عددا من الشبان سيقومون بحركة على الدراجات النارية الجبلية للتشويش على الاحتفال ، عبر شوارع البلدة ،

فاتفقت مع المنفذ العام والنظار على ان نتابع العمل ، وحضّرت في رأسي مقدمة تستوعب الموضوع ، وطلبنا من العريف الا يسترسل في كلمته لضبط الوقت والوضع . وهكذا كان وابتدأت كلمتي بالقول :

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته ، والسلام عليك يا بلادي يو ولدتِ وابدعتِ الحضارة للعالم
والسلام عليكِ يوم تآمروا ليقتلوكِ فما متي ولا ارتضيتِ القبر مكانا لك تحت الشميس ،

والسلام عليكِ يوم تبعثين حية بالنهضة القومية الاجتماعية وبالمقاومة البطولية في وجه الاعداء والاحتلال .
والسلام على انبياء الله الذين نزلوا في ارضنا وغيروا وجه العالم ، والذي اسرى بعبده ليلاً بين القبة والصخرة ،

والسلام على زعيمي ومعلمي الخالد سعاده الذي اسرى بي وبالالوف من رفقائي نمشي على دروب هذا الوطن نحمل رسالة الحياة للأمة معلمين دروسا ابسطُها ان الحياة وقفةُ عز وان من يمت في العاصفة يكتب التاريخ عاصفة .

يقول الشباب الذين كانو في الخارج يراقبون الوضع ان البلدة شهدت هدوءا عاما عندما وصلت الى منتصف المقدمة فما عادت تتحرك سيارة ولا دراجة نارية وعم السكون تلك الساعة وان كثيرا من الناس خرجوا الى شرفات بيوتهم يستمعون الى الكلمة برغم الجو البارد والقارس .

في تلك الليلة كان منظر البقاع وجبل الشيخ المكلل بالثلج بهياً رائعا ً تحت ضوء القمر .

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