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| \n I was raised on Lebanon<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Samer Asfahani<\/span><\/p>\n I was raised on stories of a paradise city in a pleasant and fertile land<\/span><\/p>\n Where the mountains, rivers and seas played as backdrop to life<\/span><\/p>\n I heard of a city so beautiful, so true that it could only be compared as the Paris of the Middle East<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s a peculiar thing to love a country that does not raise you, a love formed from the nostalgia of your parents\u2019 generation<\/span><\/p>\n To be raised in one home, but pine for another<\/span><\/p>\n It is a not a unique situation, the plight of the Lebanese diaspora to have more of us outside the country than in<\/span><\/p>\n An entire generation raised on a Lebanon that no longer exists, trying to understand their part in a Lebanon that does<\/span><\/p>\n Witnessing a domestic generation fight corruption and strife on an unfathomable scale while we fight adopted injustices in adopted nations<\/span><\/p>\n To witness death and destruction on a city you love but don\u2019t understand<\/span><\/p>\n And how to respond; a Lebanese Brit living in America<\/span><\/p>\n Through donations, through social media, through prayer?<\/span><\/p>\n An apt reaction to pick up a pen to write about my father’s country, one for which he has used an ocean of ink on a forest of paper<\/span><\/p>\n This tragedy is the crescendo in the suffering our country has faced in recent months, and recent years<\/span><\/p>\n While it is unclear how, or to what end; our distant generation is coming of age and must have a role to play<\/span><\/p>\n Why so would such events pain us, why so would we feel so much for a home that was never our hearth<\/span><\/p>\n To go beyond memories and nostalgia, beyond thoughts and prayers<\/span><\/p>\n And back to the Lebanon we were raised on<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was raised on Lebanon Samer Asfahani I was raised on stories of a paradise city in a pleasant and fertile land Where the mountains, rivers and seas played as backdrop to life I heard of a city so beautiful, so true that it could only be compared as the Paris of the Middle […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":2737,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"extendify_custom_stylesheet":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13936","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-94"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/majalatalfiniq.com\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13936","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/majalatalfiniq.com\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/majalatalfiniq.com\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/majalatalfiniq.com\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/majalatalfiniq.com\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13936"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/majalatalfiniq.com\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13936\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/majalatalfiniq.com\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2737"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/majalatalfiniq.com\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13936"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/majalatalfiniq.com\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13936"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/majalatalfiniq.com\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13936"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}} |