Third, those so-called offended observant Muslims can simply avoid reading the tweets of Evian (same simple logic in life for anyone “offended” by any ad, song, concert, book, article, etc.).
Another healthy idea for them would be to drink Evian after
sunset (it is highly recommended to drink water during the Ramadan fast to avoid
dehydration).
Fourth, Evian representatives did not go distribute bottles of water to people leaving mosques after the morning or mid-day prayer. Had they done that, or had they made fun of people’s religious beliefs, this would be truly offensive and unacceptable.
To conclude, from this story, we see that the endemic political correctness has also hit France. Bambi cannot help not to wonder the following: (1) How will this company’s ridiculous apologies help increase its sales or improve its brand image? and (2) In what ways does this story promote tolerance or improve the living-together (“le vivre ensemble” in French)?
The Dabke is the Levantine’s native dance. It is widely performed across the Middle East, including Lebanon. People dance it in groups at joyful occasions, including but not limited to weddings.
Bambi cannot hear this music without jumping to dance it at parties… And if she is by herself at home, she cannot help not to start dancing (even whilst working :)). Below, she will share three videos on Dabke.
The first video shows dancing that took place at Beirut airport in 2011 (10 years ago only, although it feels like ages in a pandemic….). This occurred during the more golden years of Lebanon. Yes, this was before Lebanon’s tragic financial crash on October 17, 2019, before the tough pandemic, and the surrealistic Beirut explosion of August 4, 2020. Lighter days will return to Beirut and its citizens and visitors will dance and enjoy life again!
Now, the second video features the “Chevaliers du Liban” of Québec. It shows us that we can dance the Dabke even in the snow :).
Finally, in the third short video, four Montreal youth teach us how to dance the Dabké (in English).
Some
dates we will always remember until our death— April 13, 1975 is one of them.
Never
again! May all the countries of the world, including us in Canada, know how to
preserve the freedom of thoughts and of expression, dignity, and peace of mind of
all their citizens… It is Bambi’s wish to the world, especially on this April
13.
As
for you Rita, Bambi misses you big time and wishes you all the best!
For
fun, here are two songs for you:
The first one is about how armed conflict times (“a rifle”) separated a man from his love, namely a woman called Rita. What an eternal song by Mr. Marcel Khalife (words by the poet Mahmoud Darwish)!
“Between Rita and
my eyes there is a Rifle
And those who
knows Rita
(then they)
postulates and prays
To a god in the
(her) amber eyes
And I kissed Rite
when she was small
And I recall how
she clung to me
and covered my
forearm with the most beautiful braids
And I remember
Rita just like
A bird recalls its
(drinking) stream
Ah ah! Rita
(we shared)
Between us are a million birds and a picture
And many dates
A rifled fired at
her (Rita)
(we shared)
Between us are a million birds and a picture
And many dates
A rifled fired at
her (Rita)
Between Rita and
my eyes there is a Rifle
And those who
knows Rita
(then they)
postulates and prays
To a god in the
(her) amber eyes
Rita’s name was a
festival in my mouth
Rita’s body was a
wedding in my blood
And I was lost
myself for two years with Rita
And she slept upon
my forearm for two years
And I was lost
myself for two years with Rita
And she slept upon
my forearm for two years
And we vowed to
each other as we shared the most beautiful cup
And we burned and
we burned and we burned and we burned
In the wine of two
lips
And we were born
again
In the wine of two
lips
And we were born
again
Rita’s name was a
festival in my mouth
Rita’s body was a
wedding in my blood
And I was lost
myself for two years with Rita
And she slept upon
my forearm for two years
And I was lost
myself for two years with Rita
And she slept upon
my forearm for two years
And we vowed to
each other as we shared the most beautiful cup
And we burned and
we burned and we burned and we burned
In the wine of two
lips
And we were born
again
In the wine of two
lips
And we were born
again
Ah rita
ah rita
What thing turned
my eyes away from looking at your eyes
What thing turned
my eyes away from looking at your eyes
Except two secrets
and amber clouds (refering to her eyes)
Before this rifle
Once upon a time
oh silence of the
evening
My moon migrated
far away in the morning
in the amber eyes
in the amber eyes
Once upon a time
oh silence of the
evening
My moon migrated
far away in the morning
in the amber eyes
in the amber eyes
And the city
swept away all the
singers and Rita
And the city
swept away all the
singers and Rita
Standing between
Rita and my eyes is a rifle
a rifle
a rifle”.
Now, the second song is more joyful (Happy Birthday in Arabic ?):
To conclude this post on other beautiful wishes to all the friends and relatives, Happy beginning of Ramadan month to all! If Bambi is not mistaken, some of you will begin the spiritual journey today. Others tomorrow. Take good care and all the best!
Here is a song for you– of course, it is the one by the late Christophe about “Aline” :)!
Here is a picture for you— is there anything more beautiful than the sea? We are lucky to live by the Atlantic ocean… and having known the Mediterranean sea!
A picture taken by Bambi yesterday (Cap-Pelé village, NB)
On the way to Cap-Pelé, Bambi heard Aline’s song in the car. Upon returning home, she was singing another old French song she has not heard for ages! She bets Aline likes it too– it by the late and talented Mr. Sacha Distel. It reminds her of her childhood and it is also about the ocean :).
To conclude this post on another friendly wink, Bambi has an old friend (Maha) in mind today. She has not seen her for over 15 years years (they first met about 30 years ago). She hopes/trusts she is doing well and wishes her a Happy Birthday too :). She tried to touch base last year and again today… in vain. Hopefully, she will manage to find the new contact soon!
Even if she does not agree with his insults about Québec, Bambi defended Dr. Amir Attaran’s free expression in earlier posts (see further below). She even likes some of his comments, even if she is disturbed by many others.
Indeed, today, Professor Attaran went a step further in his notorious insults by tweeting about his happiness to see another human dead. Can you imagine? How could he? The late Prince Philip could have been his own dad, his grand-father, or simply another brother in humanity…
Of course, Professor Attaran is free to think whatever he wants about the Royal family or the British Empire or whatever else in life. He is also free to be woke. This is not the issue. The sad story here is his lack of respect of human life. Plus, even if he wanted to score a point, even so-called racists deserve respect at their death.
Regardless of any political or ideological opinion, Bambi refuses to understand mean statements or gestures in life, especially by those who consider themselves highly-educated… Even during a 15-year-long civil war, her heart was not filled with hate.
Mind you, in addition to the above tweets, Dr. Attaran made recent insulting comments about and to Québec Minister Benoit Charette (calling him “white supremacist“, if only he knew that his own wife is of Haitian origins and their kids have a dark skin… ). It is both sad and absurd to see the low level of intellectual “exchange” by the elites of our country.
To come back to the late Prince Philip, Bambi took the time to send her heart to our Queen who “lost the love of her life” (as shown at the very bottom of this post). She has never met the Queen in life… just thought of her in a human way.
Related to this loss, Dr. Attaran’s mean words about Prince Philip are a sharp contrast to Bambi’s own words about another man, called Mr. Nasrallah, during a recent chat with her spouse. They were discussing politics of the Middle East. For Bambi’s readers who do not know this man, she often chats with him on her blog (replying to his public speeches). It is actually one of her pleasures in life ?.
Seriously, Mr. Nasrallah is the Head of the Hezbollah (considered a terrorist organization by Canada). He dragged her birth country into unwanted wars so many times. His organization may even have a responsibility in the Beirut explosion that almost killed her parents, brother-in-law, niece, and childhood friends. The surrealistic Beirut explosion abruptly ended the lives of MANY of her parents’ neighbours whilst destroying a large part of their city.
Despite all the above, Bambi still had words of human compassion toward Mr. Nasrallah when she was mentioning that he lost his son during one of the past wars with Israel. In her mind, no one deserves to lose a child, including this (nasty or criminal) man. So, yes, she has human compassion toward his own suffering, as a father. Plus, she would never wish death to anyone, including the heartless, corrupt, and/or criminal Lebanese politicians (former warlords). Not even to Lebanon’s foreign enemies who have occupied Beirut or who try hard to control it by proxy (note that Bambi’s aunt was killed during one of these invasions…).
Thus, it is Bambi’s wish that Dr. Attaran would one day learn to put aside his hate in order to open his heart to reach out to his fellow human beings, including those he regularly insults, calling them racists or white supremacists.
OK, that was the story of Dr. Attaran.
Now who is the other (former) lawyer? You may be curious. Well, his name is Mr. Ezra Levant. He is an independent Canadian journalist who created the Rebel News. One or two weeks ago, he showed a video on his Twitter account about how the Montreal police asked one of his journalists “if he wasaJew?” Bambi was skeptical at first, thinking perhaps this apparently racist name calling was because the officers thought he may have been a guest of the Hassidic Jewish community attending a service for Passover (during a lockdown). Maybe he needed to show some papers, etc. Well, now, she clearly understood that she was wrong as this story was likely due to racism. It actually repeated itself today, by some Montreal police officers. The latter may be enjoying abuse of power during the successive Covid-19 lockdowns of their city. It seems that they have perhaps enjoyed bullying the Rebel News journalists. You can see this for yourself in the video below…
To conclude this post, what is refreshing or inspiring about this video is to see an employer defending his employees. Not too many employers have the same courage as Mr. Levant… especially in our collectively insane (or sadly increasingly fascist) times. For this, Bambi will say: bravo Mr. Levant!
In the About of this blog, you can read the following:
“… Afkar” means thoughts in Arabic. Thoughts (or thinkers) are naturally free. However, paradoxically and sadly, this does not seem to be the case in our days and time, even in a “clever” small town like ours (Sackville, NB). It tells us something about the state of tolerance of diverse opinions, starting with our own brains and extending to our families, communities, schools, and public spaces.
This is why I decided to pay tribute to the freedom of ideas (or thoughts) on this blog by choosing a name that refers to a German song I love dearly, called “Die Gedanken sind frei” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_Gedanken_sind_frei)...
Die Gedanken sind frei My thoughts freely flower, My thoughts give me power No scholar can map them, No hunter can trap them, No man can deny: Die Gedanken sind frei! “
For your freedom of spirit Dearest Firas as well as for her own values, namely of freedom and respect of the diversity of opinions in life, Bambi will sing again and again our childhood song. It remains timely, perhaps today more than ever…
She can imagine how sad you must be (even in heaven!) if you are watching the state of intolerance of diverse opinions, ironically in our beloved Canada… not just in Lebanon where people courageously resist intolerance, sometimes until their last breath, to preserve their precious collective freedom of expression… or what is left of it.
