Lebanon,
I am over 8,000 kilometres away, yet my heart still lives in you.
And I am here, because of you.

Lebanon,
I am in torment, I am in pain.
I want to be with you right now.
I want to raid your streets and raise your flag.
I want to scream in rage and revolt.
I want to dance to the rhythm of your anthem.
I want to see the unity of the people, for I have never seen that before.
I want to hear their voice in union, for I have never heard that before.
I want to feel the energy of rebellion, for I have never felt that before.

But then again.
I am over 8,000 kilometres away, yet my heart still lives in you.
And I am here, because of you.

Lebanon,
I want to be with your people.
On your land, chanting and singing.
Demanding the downfall of corruption.
And the subsequent rise of our nation.

I want to wake up in the morning to go clean your streets.
Hand-in-hand, along with all the selfless volunteers.
I want to stand on my two feet.
And urge everyone else to rally on.
To keep fighting.
Until they break.
Because the time has finally come.
For you to rise.
To what was stolen from you.
Unjustly.
Unfairly.

Lebanon,
I am over 8,000 kilometres away, yet my heart still lives in you.
And I am here, because of you.

I won’t blame you for that.
Because I know it wasn’t your fault.

All these years of tears and bloodshed.
All the greed.
And all the fraud.
I know it wasn’t your fault.

Lebanon,
I miss your sea breeze.
And your tall pine trees.
I miss the sun’s daily kiss on your horizon.
And the sight of your cedar trees.
I miss your people.
Their warmth and hospitality.
Their lust and love for life.
My friends.
My family.
Home.

Lebanon,
I am anxious.
I am lost.
I am hurt.
I am so far away from it all.
Yet the fire inside me rages.
And day by day, it grows.

Lebanon,
Rebel.
Don’t stop.
Keep marching on.
Every. Single. Day.
Because something beautiful has happened.
Your people are finally united.
Under the calling of your red, green and white, they abide.
They are revolting.
They are rising.
And so is their voice.
I am over 8,000 kilometres away, but I can hear it.

And it all started.
With one man turning to another and asking.

If you see what I see,
If you feel what I feel
If you are as fed up and furious as me,
Then I ask you to stand up,
To raise your voice,
And march,
Beside me.

And so one man stood.
And then another.
The women.
And the children.
And the whole world followed.

To every Lebanese soul out there, I love you.
I am with you.
Do not stop.

This is the revolution we have all been waiting for.
This is the revolution we have all been hoping for.
It is here.
It is upon us.
It is ours for the taking.

So let’s win back our beloved Lebanon.
So we can all go back home.
And build it anew.

You are me.
And I am you.
And through our hearts,
I can hear you say:

Lebanon, I love you.

24.10.2019 — Omar Itani

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