I am so paying this guy a visit! Based on what I was told, his mini-market is located in Achrafieh near Sayde Church.
The son of Ibrahim Sakr, a reputed business man in Zahle, was freed after he got kidnapped yesterday in front of his house. Some reports are saying a prominent political figure intervened to release the kid, probably Nabih Berri.
Tens of kidnappings for ransom have taken place in the Bekaa area since last year, and it looks like everyone knows the groups behind them yet nothing’s being done. In all cases, this is definitely good news for the kid and his family.
Here’s a letter I got from a good friend of mine who chose to remain anonymous. I salute her for her courage and hope that tomorrow’s demonstration and many others to follow will give Lebanese women the legal protection needed from abusive husbands.
“Everytime I hear about a woman dying because of domestic violence, every single time, I swear… I think of you. You’re one of the lucky ones. You escaped.”
My best friend just sent me this two months ago. And I have been thinking of how lucky I am ever since!
I’m one of the lucky ones indeed. I escaped.
I live today with my children in a house, next to my parent’s place. Society still didn’t accept my divorce: “walaw! Halla2 tzakkarit titirko?”… And, like many other women victims of domestic violence, and for the sake of my children, their mental health and growth, I still don’t utter a word about the reasons of my divorce. (maybe also to keep myself “safe” because I am not “strong enough” to face him again and fight back… I’m weak and tired of all this…)
But I, I escaped death.
And I don’t utter a word about that neither. Of course.
My parents first felt weird, but ended up supporting me.
Most of my friends still don’t understand the tension I face every time I drop my children at their father or pick them up after the visits he is entitled to (at least I’m one of the “lucky” ones who survived and kept her children! I am double lucky).
And I, myself, still don’t understand the fear I grew towards men.
When I hear the news, I often cry.
I cry because I was lucky to get out alive.
I cry because it was never too late for me.
I cry because no one saw my mother on television weeping my death.
I cry because my brother escaped the crime he would probably have committed after my death.
I cry because I have to sit home and express myself without revealing my face or identity, because that is the only way to protect myself, my children and my family.
But from the bottom of my silence I send a message to everyone out there, to every lady who can hear me, every mother, every daughter, every child who is old enough to read: Get out before it’s too late. Get out alive.
It might be not enough. I want more. We all want more. I want to go out unveiled and shout to who can see me: I survived violence.
Now I can’t. One day maybe. If ever this country reaches a level of protection that would allow me to shout-it-out loud and clear, without putting anyone in danger, without risking of losing my children, without putting my life at risk.
But for the time being, as I wash my face, clear my throat and wipe my tears, I publish this and pray for every woman out there to be a new story of survival.
Happy International Woman’s Day.
Iraqi Prime Minister Nuri al-Maliki ordered the arrest and dismissal of Samer Kubba, Baghdad Airport’s deputy head as well as all “those responsible for preventing the plane coming from Beirut from landing in Baghdad”. Yesterday, Iraqi authorities forced a MEA airplane to return to Beirut because the son of the Iraqi Transport Minister had missed the flight.
I want to believe that the Iraqi authorities will take the necessary measures but I have a feeling it’s just a media stunt to cover up the story.
The demonstration is taking place this Saturday March 8 (International Women’s Day) from 2 to 3 pm. The protesters will walk from the Museum to Beirut’s Justice Palace.
Here’s a call from the mothers of the latest domestic violence victims to join the protest:
And here’s another powerful ad by March:
It reminded me of this awesome ad on how children repeat what their parents do.
Exotica – الأمهات المتحدة
I like keeping my car clean but I hate waiting at gas stations for an hour on a Sunday morning in order to wash the car. Few malls like ABC Achrafieh and City Mall have a car wash service but it’s not a practical solution. Having said that, Just Wash looks like the ideal solution for people like me, as it’s a delivery car washing service and more importantly an environmentally-friendly one. They basically send their cleaners to wherever the client has parked his car and clean both the inside and outside for 10,000 LL.
What’s interesting about Just Wash is that they are trying to spread awareness on the excessive water consumption in Lebanon by using a water-less washing technique (non-toxic biodegradable chemicals) that needs only 250 ml of water per car, as opposed to at least 10-20 liters for a normal car wash. Their staff also drive electric motorcycles to reduce carbon emissions.
I like almost everything about Just Wash (Their Facebook Page Is Great), but I am a bit worried about the chemicals they use and whether they could ruin the car’s paint or the interior. Moreover, Just Wash doesn’t operate on Sundays which is weird since it’s the peak day for car washes in Lebanon usually and it’s not very practical to go down open your car or pass the keys to the Just Wash staff during week days while you’re at work.
In all cases, it’s good to see Lebanese going for eco-friendly solutions like Just Wash and I think it’s worth a try. I hope they will reconsider their working hours though and open on Sunday from 8 till noon at least.
I am going to take this beauty for a spin this weekend. It’s a dream come true and I cant wait!