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Passing a law on domestic violence: Putting Lebanese women at further risk?

The Lebanese Parliament Passed a Law that Put Women at Further Risk 

Manal, Roula, Aminah, Latifah, Sonia, Christelle, Marguerite, and all the women who died of domestic violence will not rest in peace: Today the Lebanese Parliament passed a law, a joke that now legalizes marital rape. 

No women will leave or face her husband while her children remain at risk…

No women will dare to speak up knowing that if she protects herself, her children will be the next boxing bag.

Abir Ghattas posted this April 1, 2014

A law passed, it is for sure not the law we’ve been fighting for!

All those thousands of people who marched weeks ago where not apparently enough to move our parliament, all those women who died, and those children who were/are bruised for life apparently are not enough reason for a fair law. 

To hell with this country, to hell with every politician… all the blood of innocent women and children are on your hands!

KAFA, is calling for a public protest at 5pm in Riadh El Solh square… be many.


The Day I left Lebanon posted December 27, 2013

Who can believe it eh? I am leaving Lebanon, and I am very excited about it.

I will spare you all the patriot speech since I am extremely angry at this country. Angry to the point where I can look Gebran Khalil Gebran in the eye and tell him: “Dude, If Lebanon was not my country, I wouldn’t have chosen it to be” (this applies to Lebanon in its current state).

Lebanon is not Okay, and there is  certainly something wrong with us for accepting the facts as they are, but who am I to say anything now right, eh?

I am leaving. Well wrong: I have been here, working, fighting, getting into trouble trying to better whatever little is left for us to work and live with.

And I will keep fighting, maybe more freely this time (bullies like Mr. Wrong -and this just one example-  can’t sue me now for exposing their documented violations.)

However, this country is killing us, surely but slowly (that is what my little brother told me in his goodbye letter), and he is right. So yes, I am happy I am leaving and excited about the new discoveries and adventures that I will never experience in Lebanon.

For those who will keep fighting, try not to become very angry, I failed at this.

I am angry, extremely angry at everything and everyone in this country, including the people who blame those in charge for the situation, as if in life, the pyramid is inverted and it stands on its smaller base!!

We should not be okay with how things are, from the smaller to the bigger thing!

Including valet parking mafia, who steal your right to have a sidewalk and a parking space, the unpunished domestic violence and martial rape, and the biggest and bulliest of CEO / Politician / Religious leader who transform the employees / people to pawns and string dolls to the point where they would thank him for the oxygen they are breathing!

There is no lala land, but I am hoping now for a better more exciting land, filled with love, music, photos, success and some mistakes.

Goodbye everyone, بحبكن كتير1535732_10153613092255307_2102686485_n


Nada Sleiman posted on FB:

Demain, je m’en irai

December 28, 2013

Détonation en plein cœur de Beyrouth. On espère, on attend, on se dit – une fois de plus – que ce n’est rien.

Après tout, c’est Noël, l’ambiance est à la fête, tout le monde est heureux. Des feux d’artifice, sans doute. On prétend ne pas savoir, on prétend ne pas s’en faire mais, au fond, on le sait déjà. On ne le sait que trop bien, pour l’avoir tant de fois vécu.

L’horreur est là, elle nous guette à chaque tournant. L’horreur est là, inchangée, immonde, impitoyable. On veut crier sa rage mais, comme toujours, les mots se meurent, usés, désuets, désabusés.

On veut rire pour ne pas en pleurer mais, comme toujours, on trouve refuge dans le cynisme pour masquer son incompréhension, son désespoir. On veut tout casser mais, comme toujours, on ne fait rien. On se tait, on rebâtit, et la vie reprend son cours.

Aujourd’hui, je ne veux plus essayer de comprendre. Je ne veux plus rebâtir, je refuse de rester.

Fini les slogans à la con, les tonight we party to forget, les bhebak ya lebnan ; non, le Liban ne renaîtra plus de ses cendres.

Ce vendu, ce damné ne mérite plus qu’on se batte pour lui. Un pays où on paye sa liberté d’expression au prix de sa vie ne devrait pas exister. Un pays qui se vend au plus offrant ne mérite pas d’être. Aujourd’hui, je veux partir loin, très loin.

Je ne veux plus entendre parler de ce « morceau de ciel », de cette prétendue Suisse du Moyen-Orient, de ce carrefour de civilisations si vil.

Trente minutes pour aller de Jounieh à Faraya, c’est là notre plus grande fierté. Des moutons, des ignares, des suiveurs.

Rien n’a changé, personne n’a rien appris, voilà déjà longtemps qu’on a atteint le fond du gouffre.

Aujourd’hui, je suis seule au bureau, j’éteins la télé, je baisse les bras.

Demain, je m’en irai pour ne plus jamais revenir. Je me retourne pour m’en aller et c’est alors que je le vois. Quelque chose dans ses yeux me cloue sur place. Il me regarde avec ce sourire triomphant qui lui est si propre.

Il me regarde avec insistance comme s’il m’en voulait. Et tout me revient : son sacrifice et celui de tant d’autres, son audace, ma lâcheté, sa persévérance, ma résignation, sa reconnaissance, mon ingratitude.

Honteuse, gênée, je détourne mon regard. Quelque chose dans les yeux de Samir Kassir me pousse à continuer…




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