I FOUND MYSELF GIVING MY ARMCHAIR THERAPIST EXCUSES FOR EVERY WRONG THING I THOUGHT I DID. “I’M SORRY I’M FIVE MINUTES LATE, MY MUM NEVER HELD ME AS A CHILD”, “YEAH, I JUST SAW YOUR TEXT AFTER A YEAR OF ME OPENING IT. SORRY MY FATHER WAS PRESENT IN ALL OF MY SIBLING’S LIVES BUT MINE”, “I’M SORRY I FORGOT TO REMIND YOU TO TAKE YOUR INSULIN, EVEN THOUGH I PROMISED I WOULD. YOU SEE, I HEARD MY HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH CALL ME UGLY WHEN I WAS FOURTEEN.” I WAS LIKE A WITCH DOCTOR AND EVERY EXCUSE I HAD WAS A CURE FOR THIS, THAT AND MORE. “YOU WANT ME TO LOVE YOU WITH REASON AND NOT DISAPPEAR WHENEVER YOU HOLD MY HAND TOO TIGHT? SORRY, MY MUM LOVED ME IN THE MOST NARCISSISTIC WAY POSSIBLE AND NOW I FIND IT IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND LOVE WITHOUT EGO.” - INDIE
"I never truly understood the extent to which people overestimated the power of the United States, myself included. We have been spoon fed this notion that the United States is an omnipotent sovereign entity that can never be infiltrated by corruption and havoc."
Read the story of an Athenian neighborhood that has been replaced by refugees. Good Luck by Louiza Vradi is a documentation of the daily lives of the community in an area that has always been off the grid.
Read about Luca Bosani the 29-year-old Italian artist whose work encompasses painting, garment making and performance.
For the amount of times Middle Eastern and North African people are dragged up on the national stage, usually in political or presidential debates - and infuriatingly, only in the context of national security - how are we still assessed as... "White?"
I don’t want to leave…
I don’t want to leave this place and add to the surreal number of Lebanese expats living abroad, scattered across the world. I’m not ready to be just another statistic. Not yet.