1.0Beirut Memoiristhttps://fabulousbeirut.com/arfabulousbeiruthttps://fabulousbeirut.com/ar/author/fabulousbeirut/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="4TdM9HPV5H"><a href="https://fabulousbeirut.com/ar/the-notebook-and-the-chocolat-chaud/">The Notebook And The Chocolat Chaud!</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://fabulousbeirut.com/ar/the-notebook-and-the-chocolat-chaud/embed/#?secret=4TdM9HPV5H" width="600" height="338" title="“The Notebook And The Chocolat Chaud!” — Beirut Memoirist" data-secret="4TdM9HPV5H" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://fabulousbeirut.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script>https://fabulousbeirut.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/04/491316431_654749573954413_19938750989297008_n.jpg720540I Write to you unwritten songs of a life almost lived. And the Capital is alive. But it seems, it is only I who has lost her voice. If we are not destined to meet, may I, at least, Finish writing one of those unfinished songs. And The Chocolat must always be served Chaud, Mildred. […]