It has been a long time since I thought about my feelings for the troublesome city I live in..
Today, I decided I still love my Tripoli.
Passing through its streets, I felt how lucky I was to be part of its insignificant background..
My Tripoli, the city of ancient history, where you could walk into to a mosque that was built thousands of years ago, or down the streets into markets that served sultans…
My Tripoli, the city of amazing familiarity, where you could easily identify faces, where everyone knows everyone or is related to someone who knows them..
My Tripoli, the city of simple joys, where the special taste of a kaakeh is addictive ,where you know which store sells the best sweets and which offers the cheapest, yummiest Felafel..
My Tripoli, the city of sparkling beauty, where the tempting sea lazily hugs the length of its shores, and is always a few minutes away..
My Tripoli, the city i was raised to love, the city i lived every sweet moment of my childhood in, the city where I met my best friends and where i know every corner, every building, every cafe.. well almost 🙂
I still love you my Tripoli.. All the efforts to make me forget what you mean will not work.. I know better..
I know that whatever happens, a few black clouds could not hide your glorious rays for long..
I know that whoever is trying to turn you into a war zone would only succeed if we let him..
I will always love you my Tripoli.. I promise!
Life’s smallest things always impressed me: a butterfly with bright colors, a sky with lovely clouds, a flower with a sweet fragrance, a song with moving words..
I love looking at the blue sky, watching the clouds moving, amazed by their different shapes and sizes…
I enjoy walking by the sea and observing its constant, embracing waves.. Their deep color, sparkling in the sun, whispering with the wind…
I savor each bite of my food, relishing the heavenly mix of tastes, colors and fragrances.
I can even identify smells, marveling at the sweet scent of a simple jasmine, the earthly aroma of soil after the first rain and the overwhelming orange flowers odor that fills the air every spring..
This is why I have a problem dealing with our world today.. To survive, you must become senseless!
Everything is faceless, tasteless.. Everything is meaningless!
I was recently with my students on the bus for a trip into a lovely place where rustic was the main idea.On the road, I was admiring the view of the sea, the colors, the brightness, the scene. Occasionally, I would exclaim: “wow! look at this!” and the ones who actually did (few ones even bothered) would give me the “seriously” look: What was so important?
I would only sigh: they lost their sense of sight! they just look but don’t see, they would only be moved by the glamor they watch everyday on TV, or online..
The thing is, “Normal” is not “hip” anymore.. If exaggeration didn’t overwhelm the content, it passes unnoticed, classified: unimportant.
I wonder if this generation can notice the different hues of the blue sky or if they recognize a soothing breeze, a sweet fragrance, or even a kind smile…
When nothing is good enough, not bright enough, not warm enough, not colorful enough, not sweet enough.. Would happiness ever exist?? Isn’t happiness a direct result of contentment and satisfaction??