July 13, 2006, was a beautiful and sunny day. The sun was shining upon us brightly, and the flowers were dancing. It was the day my family was going to a wonderful trip to Malaysia. I sat in the plane for 15 hours straight. It was tiring and boring, but it was worth the while. The second we arrived to the hotel, we checked in to our suite. We walked around admiring the beauty of the hotel, and its surroundings. The floors carpets were red like the red carpets in a king’s castle. The lamps were big and gold, and the décor was amazing. We noticed there was a very big pool and an amazing spa. The pool was as big as a lake. All the excitement led us to believe that it was going to be the best summer we ever had.
I woke up to the sound of my parents yelling and screaming on the phone. I got up to see what had happened. I was so worried I thought something had happened to one of my siblings so I was speechless. Bursting into tears, I asked my dad what had happened. In a low voice he answered, “They’ve just bombed the ‘Hariri Airport’”. I had a lot of unanswered questions, but was too scared to ask. I was frightened to know more, but at the same time I wanted to know exactly what had happened. I really worried about my family and friends. I was wondering how I would or if I was ever going back to Lebanon. I really didn’t want to change schools, or the friends I had. I wanted everything to go back to normal. I was bothered to see my parents stressed and worried.
My dad suddenly rushed and grabbed the car keys, opened the door and said “I will be right back, we need Arab cable” and slammed it shut. The door almost broke from the strong slam. He ran hastily towards the parking lot and drove as fast as a cheetah to search for a place selling Arab cable. He returned 15 minutes later and hooked up the cable. It was only then we knew the real disaster that was happening in Lebanon, Lebanon was facing a sea of troubles. I was really scared but my dad quietly said, “Don’t worry this will all fade away”. We watched CNN, BBC, Al Jazeera, Future and LBC. It was the first time I was really interested in watching the news, I felt like a grown man understanding what the reporter is saying and actually watch the news without getting board. We sat hour after hour and day after day sharing our tears with Lebanon.
My dad started making arrangements for us to go to Canada. We thought we would not return to Lebanon. I would sit in my room everyday with a box of tissues and the remote in my hand, wondering if I would ever go back to my amusing life. After 33 days of destruction and raining bombs, there was a cease fire. Our family sat down for a meeting and we all decided that the best thing for us was to come back to our happy lives in Lebanon and help rebuild what Israel had destroyed. The moment we touched down and landed in Lebanon tears of joy filled my eyes. I was overjoyed to be home.
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