Religious Controversy over the personal life of Rima Fakih

Needless to introduce Rima Fakih, since she seems to have attracted the spotlights at many instances of her life so far.


Miss USA Rima Fakih practicing a wrestling move on the WWE show “Tough Enough”

In fact, Rima trained in USA as a female wrestler and was the first Muslim to win the Miss USA title in 2010. Again, two weeks after being crowned, photos of her pole dancing surfaced as she participated in a local strippers’ contest which almost took her title off.

Lately in April 2016, Rima converted to Christianity to marry music producer Wassim Salibi on the 15th May 2016, in a ceremony of true Lebanese style.

Whether you are a liker of her page or not, you must have stumbled across a couple of her wedding or honeymoon photos shared by one of the hundred thousands “Likers” and fans. While you are checking out the photo and smiling to the loving comments of users wishing the perfect couple a happy life suddenly….aw! a comment stands out uttering an outburst of hatred, profanities and inconsideration to the couple’s personal and private life.

I am sharing below some of those comments after I have intentionally masked the name of the people behind them, simply because for me they don’t represent the opinion of anyone but their sick selves. They are haters who have no consideration to people’s freedom and right to live the way they chose and to believe in whatever they want to believe in.

This first one is the worst I have personally read and although it had a good share of responses that served the user right, I don’t think she is worth the trouble of writing replies.


Another one goes up to analysing the source of funding the wedding.


Last in my collection is from the type of people that heavily exists in our life: no matter what you do they will always find something bad about it! This one is suspecting the couple broke up already and that’s why Rima is solo in the photo!

even that

Surely Rima Fakih is aware of those comments and doesn’t bother to delete them. The irony is that for those haters to be able to post on her page they have to be likers!

Rima was criticized for calling herself Muslim while posing in a bikini, and for holding the title of Miss USA and now they are trying to intimidate her for settling down in a marriage with the man she chose, -and I must say-a man of a wealth that many of her female haters would probably die and deny their existence to marry!

It is a shame to see people invading someone’s life this way and for a best ending to this blog post I found this perfect quote.



Foreigners living the Lebanon experience

I have blogged once about how beautifully a foreigner sees, talks and writes about Lebanon, and i am sure it is something many have experienced. Sadly, today is witnessing despair within our people as many plots against and from its people and groups are being made.

Just when the spirits are down, once again more words from a foreigner in our country, but this time it’s coming from an ambassador who has experienced the real Lebanon and left it with a touching statement. I can’t but bow with respect to this person whose term as ambassador for his country to Lebanon is over, and yet asks us permission to be our ambassador, when we, the Lebanese people deny our nation and ethnicity every day.

Fletcher's farewell note

Mr. Fletcher’s post makes my heart grow a little bigger, after it has been crushed over and over with bitter disappointments from our own politicians who fail us every minute and every day. In his note, Tom Fletcher quotes Gibran’s ‘you have your Lebanon, I have mine’ listing reasons and instances behind his belief in Lebanon and its people, something we miss to have ourselves.

Diplomats feel overwhelmed with what they get of influence and position worth when they are posted to Lebanon. I have lived and seen the difference in Australia, and can assure you that they wouldn’t dream to have this prestigious status on their own land and within their own people.

Be a foreigner in Your Own Country

It just touches me deeply when I see non-native residents of Lebanon getting so attached to my country and my culture. It is wonderful to watch them appreciate the little things that are particular to us, but then again it is sad that every other Lebanese citizen is trying to be a replicate of those same foreigners on his own land, letting the opportunity of cherishing one’s own culture slip away.

Sietske is a Dutch lady who came to Beirut as a journalist with a plan to stay for 3 months; some 20 years later she is still here writing beautiful words and catching gorgeous moments on her blog about Beirut.

Maybe it’s not a bad idea at all if we make a trip to our own country exploring and digging for the essence of our culture once again just as we would when we travel the world.





Love of the Country, A Sense of Belonging.

An Arabic post is circulating on Facebook about how a Lebanese citizen describes Lebanon with words of love for his nation.

Regardless of the accuracy of the story, I found in it a touchy note about the sense of belonging to our nation, no matter how the diffused news about it  and its reputation might sound bad.

I have contributed with the translation below to spread the message behind the Arabic post to English readers, and I hope it will be liked and shared:

lebanese passeport

A Lebanese citizen traveling through a European airport, handed his passport to the Customs control officer. The latter looked at him smiling and asked him:

Which do you love more: Lebanon or the European nations?

He replied: The difference in my love for Lebanon and the European Nations is exactly how I feel my mother and my wife. For I get to chose the wife, desire her beauty, love her and adore her but she can never make me forget my mother. However, I never chose my mother, but I just find myself belonging to her. I feel serenity in no place other than in her arms, I can’t shed my tears anywhere but on her chest and I don’t wish from God that I rest dead nowhere but in the ground under her feet.

The Customs officer folded the passport and looked at him in amazement, and said:

We hear that living there is hard so how do you love Lebanon?

He answered: You mean my mother?

She smiled and said: ok let it be your mother.

He said: My mother might not have the money to buy medicine or to pay doctors fees but in the kindness of her hugs and the longing of her heart when I am in her arms I find my cure and relief.

Then she said: Describe Lebanon for me.
He said: She is not a beautiful blonde but you will find comfort if you look at her face.

She doesn’t have blue eyes, but you will find tranquility if you look at her.

Her clothes are simple, but it carries in its folds kindness and compassion.
She doesn’t wear ornaments of gold and silver, but her necklace is made from the tufts of wheat and barley, that she uses to feed every hungry.

She was robbed but still smiles.

Lebanon remains forever but the thieves will end up in the dump of history no matter how long they hold. Lebanon is forever standing the fortress of revolution.

As she returned his passport to him she said:

I see Lebanon on the television but I don’t see what you just described to me.

He told her: You see Lebanon that is located on the world map, but I am talking about Lebanon that is located in the depths of my heart.