{"id":10339,"date":"2021-04-13T00:31:51","date_gmt":"2021-04-13T03:31:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/?p=10339"},"modified":"2021-04-13T00:31:51","modified_gmt":"2021-04-13T03:31:51","slug":"april-13s-mixed-feelings-happy-birthday-rita-sad-anniversary-of-the-lebanese-civil-war","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/index.php\/2021\/04\/13\/april-13s-mixed-feelings-happy-birthday-rita-sad-anniversary-of-the-lebanese-civil-war\/","title":{"rendered":"April 13\u2019s mixed feelings: Happy Birthday Rita & sad anniversary of the Lebanese civil war"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Happy\nBirthday Dearest Rita ?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some\ndates we will always remember until our death— April 13, 1975 is one of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Never\nagain! May all the countries of the world, including us in Canada, know how to\npreserve the freedom of thoughts and of expression, dignity, and peace of mind of\nall their citizens\u2026 It is Bambi\u2019s wish to the world, especially on this April\n13.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As\nfor you Rita, Bambi misses you big time and wishes you all the best!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For\nfun, here are two songs for you: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first one is about how armed conflict times (\u201ca rifle\u201d) 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)!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBetween Rita and\nmy eyes there is a Rifle<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And those who\nknows Rita<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

(then they)\npostulates and prays<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

To a god in the\n(her) amber eyes <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I kissed Rite\nwhen she was small<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I recall how\nshe clung to me<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

and covered my\nforearm with the most beautiful braids<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I remember\nRita just like <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A bird recalls its\n(drinking) stream<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ah ah! Rita<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

(we shared)\nBetween us are a million birds and a picture<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And many dates<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A rifled fired at\nher (Rita)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

(we shared)\nBetween us are a million birds and a picture<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And many dates<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A rifled fired at\nher (Rita)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Between Rita and\nmy eyes there is a Rifle<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And those who\nknows Rita<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

(then they)\npostulates and prays<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

To a god in the\n(her) amber eyes<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rita’s name was a\nfestival in my mouth<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rita’s body was a\nwedding in my blood<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I was lost\nmyself for two years with Rita<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And she slept upon\nmy forearm for two years<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I was lost\nmyself for two years with Rita<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And she slept upon\nmy forearm for two years<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And we vowed to\neach other as we shared the most beautiful cup<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And we burned and\nwe burned and we burned and we burned<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the wine of two\nlips<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And we were born\nagain<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the wine of two\nlips<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And we were born\nagain<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rita’s name was a\nfestival in my mouth<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rita’s body was a\nwedding in my blood<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I was lost\nmyself for two years with Rita<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And she slept upon\nmy forearm for two years<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I was lost\nmyself for two years with Rita<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And she slept upon\nmy forearm for two years<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And we vowed to\neach other as we shared the most beautiful cup<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And we burned and\nwe burned and we burned and we burned<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the wine of two\nlips<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And we were born\nagain<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the wine of two\nlips<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And we were born\nagain<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ah rita <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

ah rita<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

What thing turned\nmy eyes away from looking at your eyes<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

What thing turned\nmy eyes away from looking at your eyes<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Except two secrets\nand amber clouds (refering to her eyes)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before this rifle<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once upon a time <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

oh silence of the\nevening<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

My moon migrated\nfar away in the morning<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the amber eyes<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the amber eyes<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once upon a time <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

oh silence of the\nevening<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

My moon migrated\nfar away in the morning<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the amber eyes<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the amber eyes<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the city <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

swept away all the\nsingers and Rita<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the city <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

swept away all the\nsingers and Rita<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Standing between\nRita and my eyes is a rifle<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

a rifle<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

a rifle<\/em>\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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