Lebanese Culture
It was Saturday, the first Saturday of the month, and the girls wereat it again. Mohammed left early when he heard his mom clanging potstogether in the kitchen. "MaMaaa, is Sana and Marina coming for lunchtoday'" he called from the flat roof after morning prayers. "Yes, yousister and grandmother are coming for the day. You know we meet everymonth on the first. Marina your sister has a new job at the retail storein town, and your grand mother is, well, she is the same as ever. Ready tocomplain about the politician, the food, and the way you kids dress, butshe is still my mother, and I enjoy her company. We have seen many changes. . and you should . . ." Mohammed already had grabbed his work vest, andwas headed out the door as his mother's voice changed from one of tellinghim about the day to judging his modern attitudes. "Good by MaMaa, I will be back after evening prayer." He called overhis shoulder. The last thing he wanted to do was to be lectured on hisattitudes by his mother. He was a young man, and as he pulled on hisbrightly colored woven vest, Mohammed stepped onto his red Honda scooter, Lillianna went back to work on the layers of past
The summer the Great Warbegan, the result of which was that the world would be divided into thosewho knew Europe before the carnage and those who grew up afterwards. Alittle worn, a bitfrayed" Lillianna shot her a knowing glance. Although for Sana, the past had been more peaceful than thepresent. "The tree by the river is weeping leaves. After Europe settled down, the war slid south to Lebanon, andas a result the rest of the world knows only the Lebanon of strife,religious division and cemeteries and the Syrian and Israeli occupations. She still couldn't getthe image out of her mind. My tolerance for the unremitting pace of minutes dragging feet has abandoned me. "Mamma, he istalking bout the being stuck in the past, and not wanting to continueliving a life feeling like, that by dragging his feet life, and the worldis passing him by. Grandma will be here soon, and you know shedoesn't like to wait. I just have a surprise for Grandma thatI found downtown. Since her husband was killed in the 1980 civil war, Mohammed, Marina andher mom were the focus of most of her life's energy. "Since I lost your father, I don't know what tothink about this land. Before she could wipe all the tears from the end of her nose, Marinaburst in the door.
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