I’ve studied with Anila for the past three summers during graduate studies in the U.K. She created this image as part of a class project just before her departure two weeks ago. She was to graduate with our masters class, but she had to leave early because her neighborhood was bombed, and all her family evacuated to another town in Lebanon.
Kind, loving, and compassionate, she is a courageous woman. We all cried as we said our good-byes before she left for Cyprus, one of the few countries who will accept those with Lebanese passports.
I’ve been reading the blogs of my long-time friends in the blogosphere: Moon River in Israel and Jeff over at Have Coffee Will Write. They are both express pro-Israeli sentiments. (And I pray each day for Moon, who's dealing with the war in her country, and who I hope is safe.)
When I look at Anila, I don’t see a different country, race, religion, or idealogy.
I see dear sister, who has been such a sweet part of all of our lives: one who has shown such kindness to us all.
And on the news, all I see are dead bodies everywhere, dead bodies in her neighborhood, and I wonder: will we ever WAKE UP?????
WHEN WILL WE STOP KILLING EACH OTHER?
A line from a book I’m reading called Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami comes to mind: “In a hundred years everybody here- me included- will have disappeared from the face of the earth and turned into ashes or dust.” (p. 59)
Life is transient; our time here on earth is so brief.
Why must we drop the bombs and blow up whole cities, whole countries???
Why are my tax dollars being used to kill Anila's people?