

When I was only 7 years old in 1996 just as the war was ending, I returned to live in Lebanon. At that point I was excited to meet my family and to live a new life. I was happy here in Canada but I liked the idea for some reason. As soon as we arrived in Lebanon, of course nothing was what we expected. It was dirty, there was no electricity, I knew of the violence and didn’t know much else, I thought the Lebanese weren’t like the Canadians … not polite or nice. I went to school and for the first time wanted to just run away- schools in Canada were nothing like that. At the age of 11, after much thought, my parents decided Canada was the better choice for us in all aspects. And they weren’t wrong. Canada in my lifetime did me many favours. And I am after all Canadian. Today, 9 years later. I am 20 years old and I think of Lebanon just like a child ..