All sorts of shit related to Lebanon.
Once Upon a Time in Punchbowl was a documentary series aired a few months ago about the Lebanese community in Australia, with special focus on Sydney. Watch the first part here:
My parents and I were in tears when we watched this documentary. It was because it hit so close to home. I had first thought that the racist abuse I had gotten was horrible, but I was surprised that a lot of people got it worse than I did. I remember
Updated 17th August 2014 at 09:00 AM by zakisrage
Another Islam-related post. This one is not as happy, but I'll have to tell you. Read this:
A Muslim man from my town allowed his 12-year-old daughter to marry some 26-year-old Lebanese man.
I am absolutely sickened by this. As a Lebanese Muslim, people are going to get the wrong idea about us once again. They're going to think that all Muslim men like to have sex with underage
Yesterday, I helped my paternal grandparents clean out their attic. We got rid of a lot of the stuff they didn't want, but the stuff they did keep was amazing.
My grandfather keeps a lot of old photographs from his childhood. Some of the photos are really funny. There is one photo I really like of Grandpa when he was my age. In it, he's wearing his work clothes and standing next to a donkey. He has a huge grin on his face. The donkey looks like it's grinning too. It always cracks
I admit, I have been stressed out lately. You probably noticed from my rants in my blog.
There was a big fuss over my grandfather's oldest sister, Alia, who had been suffering from dementia. She passed away three days ago at the age of 89. She lived back in Lebanon with her youngest daughter.
The big problem lies with her oldest grandchild: my second cousin Irfan. Irfan recently turned 40, but damn, he doesn't act like it! He's quite rapacious - he was looking to get
I forgot to tell you this, but two weeks ago was Eid al-Fitr. I'll tell you what I did.
My family woke up pretty early. Since I usually wake up early, I don't have a problem with it. We got dressed up to go to the mosque, where we spent a lot of the day. I'm close with the imam, who is actually quite friendly. The prayers were in Arabic, like they usually are.
Dinner was pretty big too. We had so much food. I think I overdosed on the chicken, since my brother said there