Afflicted mother… I could hear her voice shouting, yelling, and crying …
I could see through her eyes the bodies of small children… I could smell death on
the streets … she succeeded in sharing with me, and with all readers, her
emotions, her tears, her pain and her fears… I suffered with her, I cried with
her, I prayed with her and I felt her anger, anxiety and depression … although
she refrained from mentioning how she discovered her girl’s death; I could
imagine easily her terrible situation, and I could relive her memories… every
lamentable memory she evoked could be a trial to bring back her daughter to
life.
In fact, I made a big effort to continue
reading this article for many reasons:
At first, instead of making the text gripping for the readers, the
introduction, confusing and ambiguous, seems discouraging; this revolting
feeling is intensified and reinforced by the very long sentences and the
sophisticated and exaggerated style.
Secondly, it wasn’t easy to me to read such touching text putting the Lebanese war on the
spot; this article, full of sad memories and bleeding images, reminded me of
the horrible moments in my life .I could relive the war. All in this story made
me suffer and every detail made me distressed ; the mother presented and described
her only daughter “innocent child”; she also wrote their discourse ,and she
mentioned the last time she saw her and the last air kiss she got from her… and
at the end, she tore my heart by the death of that child “broken like her toy” … the end was shocking
and depressing because I could relive the past with the mother and imagine her
situation; it’s so bitter .
This synopsis resumes all the
writer- mother’s life…we don’t need even to predict anything about her life
after she lost her daughter because she gave us a clear idea about how she was
spending her empty life “… I watch the news every day… and I strike my baby
girl’s kitten…”; this kitten seems
helping her to bear her loss and her pain… Even Lebanon became a part of her new
life… in this country, she buried her soul… So at the end, she couldn’t leave…
But, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering
if she was feeling guilty about what happened to her daughter “I promised to
keep her safe, and I broke that promise”, “I am a murderer”!!?
Also, this article could be a way to
immortalize her pain, her daughter and Lebanon as a disheartened place and a
vicious circle. Actually, from her own story, she wrote the story of a country,
the story of every person living in Lebanon and especially the story of every
mother living her situation. Indeed, she revealed a similar and analogous situation
between her childhood and her daughter’s one, to say implicitly that the awful
socio-political situation in Lebanon didn’t and doesn’t and will never change
and that who lives in this despairing place will live the incessant war and
instability.
Thus, she tried to generalize her own experience to transmit a message of
peace to her readers. Through this article ,she was trying to sensitize the
readers by showing them the disaster, the violence and the misdeeds of the war.
She wanted to tell all Lebanese people how terrible the war is !!
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