I Have always believed That I was the heroine of an untold story.
Most people do, you know.
I was never a writer. Never a journalist.
But I love stories, and I have enough passion to turn every human being into a hero.
However ordinary he thinks himself to be.
However damaged his soul is by repeated disappointments only life can deliver with such finesse.
My father used to repeat theatrically:
“Life is a beautiful garden embellished by our disappointments”.
for ever thirty years in Annahar newspaper, I listened to people’s stories.
And I happily, and quite naturally, turned them into heroes.
However delusional they might have been.
However banal their daily lives were.
I allowed them to turn their disappointments into stories.
For what is life but a beautiful garden embellished by our disappointments?
Later on in life, when I had finished my battles – Not necessarily conquering them – I looked around me and saw a city.
A city so wounded, yet so majestic, It was only natural to turn her into a heroine.
A heroine who wears her scars and broken heart, a Vintage dress that still carries within its old and worn out fabric, a glimpse of color.
A glimpse of life.
I invite you to join me on a personal journey, where we discover together a city so flamboyant, it is only fair to call it:
Fabulous Beirut!
Who knows, we might bump into each other someday, and you might allow me to turn your disappointments into a story.
For what is life other than a beautiful garden embellished by our disappointments?
Wouldn’t you agree, dad?
AR 
EN