i went to a lebanese wedding this weekend

lal 3ayleh killa

2006 Israeli war on Lebanon, Beirut suburbs

That man she is smiling at is Shimon Peres. The 9th President of Israel.

He is responsible for the killings of civilians in Lebanon. The most distinguished war crime of the Peres was his direct responsibility as a Prime Minister for the shelling of the UN forces headquarters in the village of Qana in southern Lebanon in 1996. More than 800 Lebanese civilians sought refuge in the building to escape Israeli fire, yet the UN flag was not enough to stop the Israeli thirst for blood. 106 people were killed in the massacre and at least 110 were seriously injured.

Oh, did I mention Shakira is part Lebanese?
Doesn’t she look stupid….

Tripoli

Beirut ready to implement Iran-Lebanon agreements (Iran Focus):

“Lebanese Prime Minister Najib Mikati has declared his new government is ready to implement agreements which had previously been discussed with Tehran, Iranian state-media reported on Tuesday.

The state-run news agency Fars reported that the issue was discussed on Monday night between Mikati and Iranian Ambassador to Lebanon Qazanfar Roknabadi in Beirut.”

i kinda just wanna become an architect so i can go knock down all the ugly ass buildings in lebanon and replace them with presentable structures.

thats the only thing i hate about lebanon, all the nasty looking buildings

and it’s part of the tradition for the groom’s family and guests to drive like they’re having a parade to the bride’s house before the church ceremony. when they arrive, pictures are taken and the guests are greeted and then everyone leaves with the bride to the church where the groom is.

on saturday, the guests arrived at my dad’s aunt’s house (his cousin was getting married). while taking pictures, i overheard the groom’s sister saying “i don’t have one of these” in arabic, holding up a ceramic venezuelan dancer my dad’s aunt brings home from her travels there. next thing i knew, she quickly shoved it under her dress and made her way out of the house. i followed her slowly, trying to make sure if it had just been a gift or if what i was seeing was real, until she got to the groom’s family’s car. she opened the trunk. when she became visible again, the lump was gone from her dress and the dancer was not there.

i was pretty angered that the sister of the groom would steal something from the house like that. i mentioned it to my dad and he looked at me like i was crazy, saying no one would ever do that, especially not someone related to the groom. but i definitely saw it happen. i wished i had used my camera to record it, because it really put me in a bad mood.

on the way to the church, my dad told my jedo (grandpa) that i was mad, and that it was because a member of the groom’s family had taken something from the house.

my jedo, in his deep and sometimes incomprehensible voice, shrugged it off, and waving his hand in the air like he was swatting away a fly he said, “it’s tradition.”