Chickpeace

In my last 34 years, I never understood the issue of the Middle East, I recall growing up hearing about Beirut, the torn-capital of Lebanon; at a very young age, I had no clue what a capital meant to a country. For me, my country was Zahle, and its capital was the church of St…

Sweet of the East and Sour of the West

It’s 7am in Zahle and I just woke up to the peaceful sound of the church bells. 2 hours later, the serene smell of burning scents is overflowing from my neighbour’s garden; offering daily gratitude and humbly reciting “give us today our daily bread”. Is it Epiphany day? Or Saint Barbara’s day? Maybe the feast…