The Lebanon of Singing

I was walking on the road, searching for something to write to you. The blind and the poor have faith that God is present in what they are asking for. I spared no one passing before me from fully examining him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. I did not raise my voice, the way my friend, that blind man mentioned in the Scriptures, did. However, I was capable of picking up any voice. I noticed things I knew, things that have recurred anew before me with this and that person. I saw people whose faces have been ravaged by grief, and others talking to themselves while walking, men and women, young and old. They are all from our country. Grief has acquired an identity! The only woman I heard singing while walking, seemed to me to be a foreigner! A country that generates no joy, for life to persist in it, must import it! When will the Lebanese recover the sounds of their singing?