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Rebranding cultural appropriation

Culinary cultural appropriation is part and parcel of bourgeois methodology — it is one component which contributes to the sustainment of complex economic and political domination of one social class over another. The power of such domination has proven destructive as it willfully facilitates the erasure of entire communities. In the case of Palestine, we find that subjugation of Palestinian society is strengthened by neocolonialism, and by the circulation of slick disinformation which accuses Palestinians of being “an invented people” with one hand, while it steals from indigenous cuisine with the other.

We are still living Lebanon’s civil war

Last Sunday was the thirty-ninth anniversary of the beginning of the Lebanese Civil War that continues until today. We tend to talk about it in the past tense, “Let it be remembered but not repeated,” in attempts to lead normal lives, but we are failing miserably.

I was eagerly hoping for the outbreak of the Lebanese Civil War

I don’t know about you but I was not one of those who now claim that they were opposed to the Lebanese Civil War all along. That was not my story at all. I did not hold candle vigils and I never chanted for peace in my life. I never admired Gandhi. I was 15 when the war broke out back in 1975 (to the day). It was a Sunday and my parents were at a social event in Aynab in the mountains of Lebanon. They came home reporting an eerie sense in the deserted streets of Beirut. The war that I was eagerly expecting finally broke out.

The day after the end of patriarchy

This story was inspired by #ImagineAFeministInternet

The sunlight gently danced across her face until it rested around her eyes, slowly wrestling them open. She roughly turned over, unwilling to yield to the call of the resplendent sun. As soon as sleep began to paralyze and her consciousness began to wane the birds inaugurated their morning performance with back-and-forth screeching. What time is it? She groaned as her hands blindly rode up and down the sides of her bed, searching for her phone — this instrument of subtle madness. 7:02AM, fuck. It was too late to take refuge in sleep now, she had her 40 winks and the luster of the sandman’s grit had long paled. And so she pulled away the bed-sheets and began the arduous task of greeting the morning. Soon the pungent fragrance of coffee pervades the entire house as she fills up her cup with one hand, cellphone held tightly in the other.

How many people died in Syria today?

I’ll take a wild guess and say that my initial reaction is the same as yours: Ask Google. So I typed in my query, and the search engine had no specific answer. I learned though that the death toll in Syria has surpassed 150,000. I felt nothing.

Political nostalgia

People of my generation of Arabs have fallen in the worst era: those of us who came of age after the 1967 war are said to be full of despair and pessimism. It is true that those who witnessed, even as children, the news and public mood that followed the 1967 defeat suffer from a complex. They tend to be cynical and often look for the worst aspect of things. If Arabs of a previous generation insisted on turning all defeats into victories, people of my generation seem to insist on turning hope into despair, and even military accomplishments (as was the case in the Lebanese and Palestinian resistance to the Israeli occupation of Lebanon) into defeats.

#RHD: Resisting Hegemonic Discourses

#ResistingHegemonicDiscourses
History is often composed of ignored stories etched out in the stillness, bellowed through fits of madness and confidently whispered behind closed doors — it is an arrangement of words that have fallen between the cracks of hands and lips; patches sewn together, holding narratives tightly in their seams. The media has a hand to play in not only how we come across these narratives but the way in which we view those distributing them. Take for example women of color, who are routinely left stranded on the outskirts watching from afar as they are dissected, analyzed, and their identities methodically wiped away by those in positions of power.

House of Saud’s musical chairs

The announcement of the recent change in the line of succession in the House of Saud is unusual, even by the standards of the House of Saud in the wake of the death of King Fahd. The family is now as disunited as it was back in the period prior to the 1964 coup by King Faysal (people forget that the manager of the coup was King Fahd himself). Yet, there is a big difference thus far: the family factions in the early 1960s pursued different political options. King Saud — having been a typical Saudi reactionary back in the 1950s — had assumed a progressive cast and relied on a group of progressive Saudi intellectuals to implement his, or more accurately their, vision. He compensated for the lack of family support by advocating policies that were more in tune with Saudi, and even Arab, youth at the time.

An opportunity to imagine a bright, green, and tolerant Lebanon

For this post, you will have to play along with me. It’s the first of April, and it’s a great time to be Lebanese.

The sad tale of our lives with the motorcycle boy

Lebanese leaders lament their lack of common ground. They differ in their interpretations of God, their views on society, battered women, state security and most other essential issues. However, their views converge at the boy riding a motorcycle and waving his hands.

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