So I’m still in Egypt, still at the same school, same friends, same street…etc. It’s the year 2000, the year when the Zionist army finally left the Lebanese Soil (except for Shebaa farms) because of the amazing Lebanese resistance. I remember waking up and watching my parents staring at the TV, they didn’t believe it, I didn’t believe it. It was an amazing feeling, I was very proud, very happy, Adrenaline was having a one hell of a party in my veins!!!! Of course we called our family relatives in Lebanon, to make sure it’s true! LOL we didn’t believe that it was happening. I personally enjoyed the parts on TV reports that showed how excited the Zionist soldiers were about the same thing! Yes they were happy they’re leaving the nightmare they lived in!!

We went out later that day, I can’t remember where. But I remember that when we reached the apartment’s door, a guy approached us and said “Mabrouk, Rafa3to Rasna” (Meaning Congrats, You honored us). I can’t describe how I felt. It was simply amazing.

That stranger and few(1 or 2) close friends probably were the only persons who congratulated us. My friends were happy for me when I told them about it. It didn’t bother me really that they didn’t call, and it doesn’t bother me even now. We Arabs are weird! They’re the same friends who BOOed, and I’m the same person who cried!!! It was still Egypt, and it was still Lebanon. Isn’t it logical for the BOO to become a YAAY?

…to be continued!