To whom it may concern,
I live in a country called Lebanon. I live among people who preserve a rare kindness in their hopeful eyes. All these people were once kids with beautiful dreams, dreams that were stolen along the way by a ruling band of thieves.
It turned out that those who were supposed to protect the voice of the people had managed to make us forget that we actually have one.
Now if you think you still have a voice, keep reading.
This is for all the things that never die, for those who once died for this country, each in their own way, though they now look at us and wonder how they are more alive than we are.
Know that this is not a poetically hopeless eulogy.
This is a call for a Revolution.
It certainly isn't coming from its future leader because I am nobody. And these words you read, you read them with your own voice and not mine. But perhaps, you will share this. And perhaps you will write or draw or sing your own call for a Revolution. Perhaps you will talk about it with your friends and they will talk about it their other friends until the future leaders of this country hear about it and wake up. They will wake up and unite the Lebanese youth under the name of a new political party that doesn't judge individuals based on their religion or how much money they have. Perhaps it could start as a think-tank whose nominated candidates would win in the next elections and change everything. Maybe if each one of us expresses their own revolution in their own way on social media and/or share their friend's, the idea will become a movement, and the movement will rewrite history.
So if you truly have a voice, start talking.
Do something.
Whether it's for the lost ideals of freedom and justice or for the people who suffer everyday, it's really all the same. What matters is that we must take our country back.
My revolution starts now.
When will yours?
Sincerely,
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