Whispers

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The most beautiful mothers

ls the one who waited her son

The most beautiful mothers

is the one who waited him

The most beautiful mothers

ls the one who waited her son

The most beautiful mothers

is the one who waited him

And he returned

He returned as a martyr

She cried two tears and a flower

She cried two tears and a flower

And she didn't isolate herself

in mourning clothes

The war didn't end

But he returned

His rifle wilted

And his hands unprejudiced

The most beautiful mothers

ls the one who waited her son

The most beautiful mothers ls the one

who waited him And he returned

The most beautiful mothers

Is the one that her eyes never sleep

She remains watching a star

hovering on a corpse In the dark

ls the one who waited her son

The most beautiful mother

is the one who waited him

The most beautiful mothers

is the one who waited him

And he returned

He returned as a martyr

She cried two tears and a flower

She cried two tears and a flower

In the name of God the Merciful,

the all mighty

the all mighty

Praise be to God

God of the universe

The Merciful, the all mighty

Owner the day of judgment

Thee (alone) we worship

Thee (alone) we ask for help

Beirut became ruins

By time ruins are beautiful

But I will never get accustomed

Beirut was ugly

Maybe,

But it was my city

It was bad

Maybe,

But it was my city

Historically many other cities were also

destroyed

I feel sorry but not as much as I feel sorry for

my city

How many times we said

"Beirut needs to be burned"

We repeated this many times

But now ifs different

Beirut is my city

and someone destroyed it

and every time I think of what happened

I feel that I have the ability to kill

Yesterday, I came back

Every time I return I find that

Beirut has changed time after time

Every time I say may God bless those who

stayed in Beirut God help those who left

Nabil, was from those who stayed

Nabil, who took me to Beirut streets

Who took for me pictures

At Hajj Dawoud caf

And introduced me to Marcel Khalif e

Nabil, who's going to Tyre,

was born out of war

Nabil and his friends became the children of

war

Who is Nabil? Or who is Abol Nobol"? And

not Nabil

Nabil is a group of multitude of noblemen

Nabil the photographer

Nabil the Don Juan

Nabil the politic

Nabil the gentleman

Nabil the greedy

Nabil the intruder , The sniper, the liar

I don't know from where I should start

From which Nabil

I will start by Nabil the liar that was obliged to

be a liar during the war We were obliged to lie

Since it was a part from our job To lie to

those who were sitting behind the trenches

So they get closer to move forward with u concerning

certain military and political necessities

in order to give an accurate picture of war for

the journal

Under these circumstances one must lie to

survive

Maybe one must also lie to live as well

As for Nabil the photographer who is working

day and night

To eat or buy a car

To get married on clay to buy a suit

for the holiday or to hang out with friends

Now about Nabil the Don Juan he's a guy like

any other

He must have a relation with a girl

To hang out and have money in his pocket

One must visit hairdresser at least once per

week

or borrow a car

Nabil is a modest man, calm

Who speaks the right words at the right time

Who is shy, no not shy but modest

What is the war? What did I do during the

war'?

The truth is that as a photographer I was

working with a newspaper

I was supposed to follow the war and what

was happening during it

And through this door I entered the war

I didn't want war from inside

I know that war is bad

I hear that war is bad

I watch on television, in cinema that war is bad

Many people die, I didn't want war

I went and started to take pictures for the war

What is war? I didn't know before

People are fighting others are dying

For example, I was walking with someone

and suddenly a missile fell beside us

He was only a meter away from me, I looked

at him and he was on the ground bleeding

At the beginning of the war I was lost

What shall I do?

Should I take a photo or save him?

I started shouting for someone to help him

I waited for someone to save him and then I

took a photo

Sometimes I was afraid and sometimes I

wasn't

I wasn't afraid no...yes I was

What is death? I don't know

Death is when you can no more see

anything... this is death

Death is that people forget you the next day...

this is death

Because they don't want to forget me

I stayed alive

And in order for them to say

Abou I'Nobol" came Abou I'Nobol" left

"Abou I'Nobol" come take for us a picture

I think it is a psychological issue

Like were in the war

There were some people who refused to be

pictured

They preferred to stay away from the lens of

the camera

On the other hand others liked to be pictured

Sometimes they came to the journal to ask for

their pictures

Asking me to enlarge it

So they can show it to their mothers, fathers

and friends

Look this is me in the picture

Most of them like to take their pictures with heavy weapons

and not with the weapons that they were fighting with

Not with Kalashnikov they used

Those who used the Kalashnikov

They put it aside and took pictures with

Douchka

or on a Tank " during the war, to show that he

was driving a " tank

they used these pictures after

one would say take a picture for me before I die

Maybe you will use it to sell it and get money

Sh*t!! I will earn money from this picture'?

One of them said to me, take me a photo and

sell it when I die

Do not die, fight!

When you die we'll take care of that don:

worry

I saw many people who died

But the ugliest scene was a child dying

It was the only time that I could not take a

picture

I was staring at the child, I didn't not want to

forget him

There were some people fighting because it

was a new idea

One was a student, worker, labor other was

an owner of a shop

There is war

Weapons, shooting and fighting

They were excited by the war

You were fighting

Some didn't even know why they are fighting

Others knew very well

Something encouraging to visit Tyr more than

any time before Bishop Khoury Bishop of Tyr

I told Abou Ali that I was coming since

a month and a half

But I couldn:
Yesterday I called

What can you tell us about Tyr?

Are people visiting it?

People are coming back attached

to their country more than before

Despite everything that happened in this

country

You know that when Tyr was bombed last

August

The city was bombed as if you are sewing

a piece of clothes

As a result Dr. Ali Khalil from Tyr visited me

He asked me:
how many people stayed at

their homes?

I told him:
I counted them they were not more

than 17

And at the city they were overall around 100

But today about 60 % returned

Others hesitate and wait for God's grace

so they can rebuild their homes that were

severely affected

to fix one room of their home at least

so they can live in it

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