What Are We Leaving Behind?

Surely endless wars have swept away the youngest and uprooted our families, sectarian and religious fanaticisms have divided us, warlords have come to control our future, and gangsters have shared and devoured the wealth of our country

Surely we have wasted our heritage, forgotten our traditions, deserted the mountains that our ancestors defended with their blood, and abandoned our lands

Surely corruption of every kind has impoverished workers and ruined homes, topped by a pandemic which affects the oldest and the weakest

Mindlessly we walked on flowers, killed birds, and tortured animals

We are no longer interested in the arts, we disrespect the environment and we ignore global warming

Our hearts seem to have lost their wings, we lack spirituality, and we disguise everything

All this lack of kindness and love
All this selfishness
All this individualism
All this hypocrisy

And these exhausted cities, devoid of culture and taste
And our love, not given or reciprocated
And the time that passes by so quickly

There are also our defeats, our lost dreams, and eventually our death which few will remember

Of course, we are honest, and giving away money that we earned by the sweat of our hands is not easy. But to see people begging for food, for money, crying because there isn't enough food to support everyone

Having to decide who needs it most among our neighbors because of our inability to help them all. Having to look at them straight in the eyes to see their tears and tell them, “Sorry, we are done for today!”

It is time that we put all our differences aside, that we unite our efforts, that we refuse to see a man crying for bread, a woman about to abandon hope, that we give without expecting anything in return, that we give just for the love of all humanity

For all those who have the will to help, let us join forces to avoid seeing hungry people, to avoid having to choose who does and does not receive food aid. No one should be short of food, whatever the economic situation that awaits us

This text was originally written in French by Dr. Toufic Kikano, MD and translated by Hoda Maalouf

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Members are (picture from left to right, top to bottom): Toufic Kikano, Nabil Maatouk, Dolla Akl, Arlette Otayek, Carole Otayek, Ritta Hanna, Rogette Sainte Marie, Alain Sainte Marie, Hoda Maalouf

Is there an extra couch for the night?

This morning, while we were driving up to my native village on a very brisk zigzag country road, I saw a middle-aged woman standing on the side of the road waving. She was hitchhiking. My husband, who was driving our car, kept going while I urged him to stop and give the woman a ride. He argued that the car was full with five people in it, and we didn’t know the lady. My answer was if I put one of the kids on my lap there would be space for her. Furthermore, I had no problem with the idea of offering a ride to a total stranger.

“The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.” ―William Wordsworth

This little episode triggered another story from my past. I was born and raised in a two-bedroom flat in a suburb of Beirut. Although our flat could barely accommodate seven people—in addition to mum and dad I have two brothers and two sisters—we managed to squeeze in with no complaints. There were two bedrooms and two sofa beds in the living room. Dad slept on one of them and the second was kept for any unexpected guest. In fact, this extra sofa bed was not only used by friends and relatives, but also by some guests whom we hardly knew.

The civil war in my country affected all its parts but not concurrently. The violence moved in a random fashion from one place to another, where conflicting militias, even former allies, fought each other. So sometimes, our neighborhood was slightly safer than other parts of the country and sometimes not depending on who was fighting whom. During what might be called our off-violence periods, our neighborhood was flooded with people seeking shelter with relatives and friends. Our extra sofa bed, as you might have predicted, was used a multitude of times for that purpose.

“If you can’t feed a hundred people, then just feed one.” ―Mother Teresa

I appreciated why we offered a safe place to our relatives and friends, but I was too young to understand why we would do so to strangers. My parents explained that duty compelled us to do it because these “guests” were related to our neighbors and there were not enough sleeping spots for them in one place so they had to sleep where they could. What if we were on the run in a strange neighborhood—wouldn’t we hope somebody would take us in for the night?

One time, my sister who taught at a school 20 kilometers away from home got stuck in her school because of fighting that suddenly erupted between two formerly allied militias. When my parents ascertained how dangerous it would be to cross these newly erupted frontlines, they conferred with our neighbors to check the availability of any shelter for my sister and found her a place in the house of the relatives of one of our neighbors where she stayed a couple of days until the road re-opened and was safe for her to come back home. 

“Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.” ― Iris Murdoch

The possibility of being in a situation where we might need to give a helping hand to someone we know—or don’t know—might arise at any time in our lives. Civil wars do not happen that often, nor do natural disasters, but personal conflicts and accidents could happen anytime and to anyone. So before saying no to that request for help, always keep in mind that:

• Your son or daughter could be standing on that office door seeking help or advice from someone they hardly know.
• There is no safe roof above any one’s head; no one is untouchable and you might need to sleep one day on someone else’s extra couch, or your car could break down in the middle of nowhere and you might need to ask a total stranger for a ride. 
• An act of kindness is never wasted because it remains in the hearts of all involved, and spreads from one to another, creating a long chain of love.
• Even if you have little to give, you still have the power to change someone’s life by simply offering a gracious smile, a kind word, a listening ear, a helping hand, a piece of your heart.

“There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophies. My brain and my heart are my temples; my philosophy is kindness.” ― Dalai Lama

Picture by Hoda Maalouf
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