Lycée

Tuesday August 4th, that day when we all died in a way, we all stopped living and discovered the real meaning of surviving!

A massive explosion rocked Beirut, shook the city…

All Beirut was drenched in darkness…

I’m anchored to that Tuesday when Beirut died…

The level of destruction and its radius are like nothing we have ever seen!

I have never experienced a heartbreak that much painful! Even the deepest and most heartfelt expressions won’t describe how I've been feeling since that day! I still can’t believe nor understand what happened!

There are so many painful images running through my head: elders suffering alone under the debris, children screaming out of fear, injured, seeing their parents, their source of security dying in front of their eyes; every person severely injured running in all directions hoping to find a helping hand; the smell of blood in the streets and every single soul gone lying on the floor…

To top that, the terrifying possibility that some youth, workers, and specially the members of Beirut's Fire-fighters department, are still alive, suffering for days, screaming, bleeding alone, dying slowly while trying hard to keep breathing and staying alive. That terrifying image made my nights sleepless, broke me into pieces, made me suffer and so much more.

What about the 220+ victims that weren’t able to survive this tragedy? The ones that lost loved ones? What about the severely injured? What about the children? What about 300,000+ homeless? What about all the businesses destroyed? What about us? Will we ever heal? Will we ever feel whole again and learn how to breathe again? What about running the streets of your own city and not recognizing where you are?

How do you stitch up the broken hearted people? How do you stitch back those broken families? Will we be able to dream again? Will we be able to feel secure again?

What about all the negligence that brought us to this?! What happened in Beirut wasn’t an accident, it was a crime! A crime against humanity, a crime against Lebanon and all the Lebanese!

These are very dark, painful times for all Lebanese everywhere in the world!

Our country is devastated, our country is shattered…

… Beirut is still shedding glass and tears…

Lynn Al Ayle - TSV B

People were having trouble in their lives,

People were suffering because of the economic crisis,

People were committing suicide because of your irresponsibility,

People were dying from hunger, from poverty.

And suddenly, BEIRUT exploded... and a million of families lost their beloved ones.

They lost their houses, and their efforts

They lost hope in you, in every single one of you!

Is that their fault? Is that their mistake?

This is all because of you, because of your unawareness.

Do you imagine how many people are crying and screaming right now?

Do you imagine the disaster in the city?

Do you imagine how many parents are still looking for their children and didn’t lose hope yet?

Beirut streets are now like hell, like a war base.

Beirut is full of damaged stuff and glass.

No more windows, no more doors, no more clothes and no more safety.

Do you know that some idiot people are stealing buildings and houses? How is that even possible?

A thousand of people are staying awake at night, crying and crying, thinking about their kids, destroyed and harmful future.

Our hearts are broken; you are killing us this way.

Stop, Stop, Stop!

Did someone think that we were going to lose Beirut this way?

Did someone think that more than 152 martyrs were going to die this way?

Shame on you. Shame on every person who broke us and killed our hearts. Shame on every person in our Lebanese government.

I just don’t have any more words to say, TFEH.

No one could get rid of this awful pain.

Beirut will return as stronger as before.

"يا بيروت،يا ستّ الدّنيا يا بيروت”

Chelsey Mokbel, 2nde