To Be a Woman... a Lebanese Woman

March 21, 2018

Being a woman is a gift. It is a gift to be able to give everything.


It is a gift to be able to love all the time.

To know how to find the balance between the emotional and the rational.

To work without ever being tired.

To keep smiling even when you're angry.

To absorb anger and turn it into humor.

And above all, it's a gift to be a Lebanese woman.

She is simply unique.


She reacts fast when on emergencies, but she remains calm.

Hardworking and ambitious without losing of her femininity.

Beautiful when she proves to be totally independent.

Witty and projects lots of humor.

Radiant in her workplace when she insists on showing that you can be efficient when choosing to elegant.


She is positive within her family. She doesn't leave her parents, is their confidante and always supports them, shares their secrets and preserves their well-being.

She is the center of love when she turns her house into a home, when she hides her pain in front of her children and her tears in her heart.

She is strong when she is hurt and tries not to spoil a good mood.

She is silent and tolerant when she is sick because she knows she needs to keep her energy if someone asks her for it.

She is anxious to stay beautiful, to love and to be loved.

Morning, Sunlight Effect, Eragny, 1899 by Camille Pissarro


The Lebanese woman hides a great innate, rich and multivalent culture that resembles the history of her country.


She has the sun of the east in the heart. It warms her and shines in her family.

She has the blue sky of Beirut in her eyes that gives her the clarity so that she can see deep within each friend.

She has the shyness and timidity of the red vines of Lebanon, and the patience of the Mediterranean Sea.

She has the rigidity of winter when living hard moments and the freshness of the spring when she is happy.

She carries the maturity of autumn leaves and the colorful dances of the summer.

She is the mixture having the greatness and stubbornness of the cedar forests, the delicacy and sensitivity of the budding butterflies and the whiteness of the snows that lie on the mountains of Lebanon.

She stretches her hands away like the branches of a old cedar tree to protect her owns. She carries the burden of the past war, the spontaneity of the present, and the hope and light of the future.




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