1-I was born in #Beirut 1983. My dad was a journalist, not the safest jobs during the civil war. My mom is at the center of my memories, and I even think that I cannot really separate btw what I saw with my own eyes as a child & what she narrated to us.
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2- But I remember sleeping for days in the bathtub, turned by my mom into the warmest beds, where she had to spend days on her own while my dad is in the battlefield. When I think of #Lebanon's civil war, I think of all the #women who had to raise the kids on their own.
3- After becoming a mother myself, I started to see the efforts that parents exerted to maintain some kind of normalcy during #Lebanon's civil war with a different eye. This became clearer after the #BeirutBlast. This effort did not come without a cost: mental health.
4- So what happened to the generation of my mom & dad: Parents during the civil war. Grandparents during the economic collapse with new givens: their children forced to emigrate (if lucky) with the grandchildren & living on their own after losing all their savings.
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