Today, I took my 7 year-old brother to his karate lesson. I was talking to Alyssa on the phone about my summer and when I hung up, the man sitting next to me started a conversation about Lebanon. Apparently, he lived in Beirut in 1983, during the civil war. We talked for a good half hour about old Beirut and new Beirut. It was an interesting coincidence but more importantly, it was cool hearing about Beirut from a non-Lebanese person's point of view. I'll probably never see him again, but just talking to him help me put some things into perspective. For example, I had never felt so small in my life. When I was sharing some stories from the orphanage with him, I realized how helpless I felt towards the end of that trip. There's so much to do and you can never help enough.
The next posts will be the things I wrote while I was in Lebanon but never got the chance to put it up because I didn't have internet. Enjoy!
Peace,
Asil
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