On the Fourth of August, 2020

For Lebanon. For those and for all that was lost on the fourth of August, 2020 .

I have no words; there isn’t enough air. No tears; I could dry the oceans, all of them, and there still wouldn’t be enough water.

So, instead, a song my brother, forever seven years old, forever golden, laughing, taught me.

For Lebanon:

يالله نعمر يا أصحابي
بيوت زغيري بوطنا.

“Come, my friends, let us build
Little houses in our country.”

بكرا منكبر يا أصحابي،
وكل الدنيي بتكبر معنا.

“Tomorrow, we will grow up, my friends,
And the world will grow with us.”

Dear friend, if you want to help, if you can, please do. The need is overwhelming.
Here are just some ways to donate online:

and Dafa’s Campaign, through which my courageous mother-in-law and her friends are feeding hundreds.