20 July 2006

My Three Cousins and My Other Uncle

We just heard two dramatic stories of escape in Lebanon. I'm sure they are only two of 100,000 similar stories that have occured in the last week, but these two hit close to home.

My Three Cousins
My uncle and his family live in Beirut, and go to Bint Jbeil to stay in their country house for the weekend sometimes. My uncle and his wife were in Beirut with their smaller children when the bombing started, while three of their older children (late teens/early twenties,) were in Bint Jbeil by themselves. Their father was adament about driving down south, all the way to Bint Jbeil from Beirut, under the bombing and through all the bombed-out roads and villages, to save his children, and that is just what he set out to do. In the meantime, the three kids left Bint Jbeil, which was getting word that it will be bombed severely. They had no car so they hitchhicked north from village to village with other fleeing families. They somehow got to the Tyr area and their father somehow drove south from Beirut to the same area. (I don't know if they somehow communicated about this and agreed that they would meet half way.) When they got there, they couldn't get to him because there was a bombed-out bridge separating them, and water of some kind, (don't know if it was a river or what...) so my three dear cousins swam across, under this bombed-out bridge, to the other side to their awaiting father, and moments after they got to the other side a bomb fell into the water, missing them by moments.

My Other Uncle
My other uncle lives in Bint Jbeil year-round. After having been a nurse early in his life and living in the United States for more than twenty years, he went back to Bint Jbeil a few years ago to become a farmer. He grows koussa (squash), tomatos, sunflowers, and keeps goats, bees, chickens, pheasant, ducks and a turkey. After tens of tousands of people had left Bint Jbeil once the bombing started, he was adamant about staying and said he would not leave the house and the land. There were only a few hundred people remaining in the town, (mostly helpless old people who have no family there to begin with.) Bint Jbeil, a Shiaa village, is the next door neighbor of Rmeish, a Maronite Christian village. Over the last few years, my uncle had become very close to a man from Rmeish who shared his love of hunting and fishing. They go hunting for wild fowl almost every day. After most of the town had fled and my uncle stayed, his Christian brother from Rmeish came to Bint Jbeil and insisted that my uncle leave with him. He actually forced him to leave and come with him to the (relatively) safer Rmeish (we hope,) where he and his family are hosting my uncle and his wife in their home.



May Peace & Goodwill follow you
and your family all of your lives.

That is my hope for all humanity.

You say that you make trouble about
99% of the time. Do not be alarmed.
Man has been doing that since the
days of the great King Hammurabi.
I suspect it's in the genes.

When we observe the Negative, we
must counter it with the Positive.
My blog deals with the negative as
an Informative piece of History.
The schools do not teach History in any meaningful way. That is sad.

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Cindy, said...

"snake hunter" sounds genuine, but he is a racist. he has a blog and website that is full of racist innuendo. In his comment here, when talking about "trouble," he makes a reference to the Babylonian King Hammurabi , and says it all started there and that it is "in the genes." On his website, he refers to the population of the Muslim world as 'Mesopotamian Minds", in his words, that will be taken over by religious fanatics. His racist view slips through and you can connect the dots.