"It's nearly 4:00 a.m. I hear the muezzin from afar. But I mostly hear the sounds of the Israeli warplanes all over Beirut. This time, Dahyeh is confirmed to be under attack. I can't sleep."
This is the post started by Eve before she lost her Internet connection.
She just sent me an SMS asking me to continue her post.
It's almost 4:30 am. I heard those warplanes too. And I started trembling and shaking. I can still hear them...
Yes, I live relatively far from Beirut. Yes, Israel doesn't care about little insignificant me and won't be hiding under my bed waiting to strike.
But I cannot help but feel terrified, a remnant of those childhood years spent in shelters, I reckon.
I cannot begin to describe the feelings of people around me, a lot of whom have posted their viewpoints here or on their blogs. All I hear is "It's all Hizballa's fault!", "It's Israel's fault!", "It's our government's fault!"
Well frankly my dears, I don't give a damn whose fault it is. When an innocent civilian or child or a whole family gets killed, it doesn't matter anymore. When our already agonizing economy receives a major blow when 12,000 tourists flee, it doesn't matter anymore. When a blockade is imposed on my country, it doesn't matter anymore.
The country is in a state of panic, people are lining up at gas stations and bakeries, just like the old days.
I refuse to discuss politics and enter the game of "whose fault it is".
I only join my voice to that of Bob's and a few other sensible individuals and affirm: We want peace and we want it NOW.