The Enduring Lebanon

The day before yesterday, we bid farewell to my daughter, who had spent three days among us. She said that this visit is a compensation for the Christmas visit that she will spend, God willing, at the house of her older brother, who was pushed out of Lebanon, along with his family, by the Beirut explosion. She gave us the whole last day of her visit. Throughout most of the first two days, she was captured by some of her friends who had drawn up with her the program of her visit. This is Lebanon; Lebanon consists of friendships. A few months ago, a young man, whom I met with his fiancée, before their wedding, wounded me by saying that he did not have a single friend left in our country. My daughter did not emigrate. She has accepted a scholarship abroad; but her friends belong to the enduring Lebanon’s beauty. This is my argument that Lebanon is too great to be left: that those who are abiding in it are a beacon for the return of those who have left it. Lebanon is politically unreliable! The human being in it, the friend in it, is what makes it a homeland for life. May friendship endure everywhere.