If Lebanon the country of my birth and my chosen place of residence were a person it would be:
A bipolar poet…
A small person in stature but extremely beautiful and attractive at first sight. If you stick around to know this person better you would discover that she is much older than she actually looks (I always think of Lebanon as a ‘she’). Behind her welcoming smile and the bright Mediterranean eyes there is an unstable personality.
Lebanon is suntanned and hardy, but the well concealed lines of her face keep quiet secrets.
She hides her scars under impeccable designer clothing.
She has children but she hasn’t raised them well; they dislike each other, and have a love hate relationship with her. They leave her and miss her charm and charisma, then come back to her and get aggravated with her moodiness and selfishness!
She has been suffering from an acute case of identity crisis since her birth. One day she thinks she’s an Arab princess, the other she thinks she’s the concubine of a Sultan. Sometimes she sees herself as the mother of all knowledge, and other times she sees herself as the party girl. This identity crisis often manifests itself in the form of a snobbish attitude and an acute superiority complex…
Lebanon the person is too generous with her gifts to others; she wants to be liked and loved to satisfy her narcissistic tendencies.
Lebanon the person is as lovable as Lebanon the country. In spite of all her madness, her flaws, and her faults, she still holds a spell over those who meet her. She is a sorceress of sorts, a changeling muse, and I for one, can’t live without her!