Last weekend, I went to the south of Lebanon to visit my friends there. I was in Ghazieh one night to visit one of my friend's (ex-flatmates) moms and to spend the night. As we were sipping tea and chatting, the topic of the 2006 war obviously came up. The last time I had seen her was a few months before I had to evacuate and was never able to say goodbye.
Ghazieh was a town that was very affected by the war and in fact, one of Rime's good friends had her house bombarded and both her parents died [
see entry]. Her mother's body, Rime's mom told me, was scattered everywhere in bits and pieces. Her father was burned, and her uncle- they never found a trace of him. They even tried to sift the dirt in the vicinity to find something, but only in vain. Can you imagine talking about your neighbors that way?
During the last few days of the war, the bombing got especially bad and Rime and her family had to escape. They ended up fleeing to the mountains in Chouf, with one of our common friend's family (another ex-flatmate). We didn't dwell on the topic of the 2006 war that much, Rime's mom didn't really want to talk about it, it was making her depressed. So she ended telling me with a smile, "Well, at least all the houses and buildings will be brand new!"
Later during the night I started to show her pictures on my laptop that I had taken at their place the last time I was there. One of the pictures I had taken was of one of her paintings that is hanging up in the living room, and in the corner there is a bullet-hole. Oh no, the negative topic came up again. She immediately recognized the picture, "Ah, yes! That's when the Israelis were here, that bullet-hole comes from them." (Rime had already told me that when I took the picture.) She told me it happened during the 1982 invasion. The Israelis came to the house and just start shooting randomly. She lifted her pant to show me the scar on her leg- she was shot that same day.

Several days after, her husband had forgotten the keys in the front door of the house and gone to take a nap. In came a group of Israeli soldiers and they started to look through all their belongings. "Where are your arms?" they asked the husband at gunpoint as he was lying in bed. He told them to get out, that they had no right barging into his house and accusing him. He had no arms. As I understood... that was the day they shot him and he nearly died, but luckily he was saved right on time in the hospital. This constant terrorizing continued until 2001, when the soldiers were pushed out... the next big bang wasn't to occur until the 2006 war.
Going to sleep that night, I kept having images in my head of being in an occupation. Of lying in the bed but just a few years back and knowing that at any moment the house could be attacked or invaded. Yeeewwww! I got chills!! How do people put up with the constant anxiety? Especially those who live even further down south- right next to the border- I just don't know how there are still people living there. It was time to get my mind off that... time to sleep.
The next morning we had breakfast with Rime who arrived from Beirut to spend the day at home with me. Outside the windows we could hear from the loud speakers of the mosques some chanting and preaching about the season of Achoura, one of the holiest holidays in the Shia'a calendar. The famous bloody processions in the streets are to be held in about a week (a few days after I am to leave Lebanon). I had already attended one the year I was living here, quite an experience [
see entry - scroll down to Feb 8-9th].
At one point during breakfast, I thought I had heard a Cessna plane outside (ended up being a really loud motorcycle or something), which I thought was strange because you rarely see those flying around here. So I made a remark, "is that a plane I hear?!?" Rime and her mom started laughing, "No, they are afraid of us, they won't dare come again" Rime's mom told me. I wasn't thinking I heard a warplane, but since she brought it up, I went along with the stream of conversation. "Who are they going to attack? We are all Hezbollah. I am Hezbollah!" She said confidently. "I am Hezbollah" "No, you're not mom" Rime said, "you're not" - "Yes!" She insisted and repeated the same phrase in French and again in Arabic.
How can you tell a people who has experienced a direct threat to stay nonchalant about the situation. To not want to defend themselves somehow? Rime's mom is a school teacher. She teaches French along with chemistry and biology. All her life she has tried to educate the kids of her community and taken them on trips all around Lebanon so that they can get to know their country well. North, South, East, West, Central... she's seen it all, yet she has never left her country (except for a 4 day visit that she just made a couple weeks ago to Jordan). And this school teacher who has been promoting the French language for several years along with its culture; whose kids have all gone to college- one is a doctor in France, another an architect in the Gulf and Rime is finishing an advanced degree in speech therapy, yes, she is saying she feels as though she is part of Hezbollah. Can you blame her? Has she been given the chance to see other opportunities, other ways to feel secure?
This may be a strange analogy, but how do you think the people of New Mexico or Texas would react if Mexican soldiers started to occupy their lands because some group was attacking Mexico from the US. Lets say it was a group of Zapatista-type people who immigrated to the US and decided to get "justice" by attacking Mexico from the US border. So Mexico crosses borders illegally and terrorizes everyone living in the region for years. Let's say the US government is too preoccupied with Iraq and doesn't have enough military capacity nor time to handle the situation well. So the Mexicans stay there for a while since they are able to. Now, do you think that no grassroots group would eventually form on the American side in order to try to get the Mexicans out? People are already volunteering their time to control the border against illegal immigrants... they are willing to and in some scenarios have become violent just to control immigration of Mexicans to the US, who have not posed a violent threat. I believe the answer is pretty clear.
Now, at the same time, I don't think any group's reaction should be violent- but what are the odds that they won't be when faced with an aggression that is clearly stronger, is already oppressing a people and no one else is backing up your cause? Once these groups start to form however, there is always the risk of the leader turning into a power monger and almost brainwashing people to continue supporting him and closing their eyes to other avenues and/or solutions. Speaking of brainwashing.... when we were with Rime's aunt (her mom's sister), she started to talk about when the Israelis would call their home phone during the 2006 war. It was an automated message in Arabic that they would play to the residents where Hezbollah was present, trying to convince them that Hezbollah is bad, that they shouldn't follow them etc. etc. etc. They also threw papers down from planes telling them the same things. Interesting details of war...
Below are a few short videos and pictures taken by one of Rime's cousins in Nabatieh, a region south of Ghazieh.. The first video shows a
cluster bomb going off. There are still several hundreds lying around everywhere and killing or injuring people. Yes, this is war:
The second video you can hear them trying to recognize the place and remembering which buildings were where.
The third video is of the sou2, or market, that was in Nabatieh.
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