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Wa Lee Lubnanee by Majnouna Wa Lee Lubnanee by Majnouna
Now that Lebanon is suffering new wounds, numerous artists, designers, writers, etc are producing work to spread awareness, support it, make a political statement or express our deep sadness. All this is excellent, but I found my place in a different direction: showing, or reminding the world that Lebanon, even in the midst of war, is much more about loving life than about weeping or shaking fists. Most people think of Lebanon and feel sorry; I want them to think of it and smile.

So I'm reorienting some of my previous work into a line of t-shirts and products that have nothing to do with the current situation but everything to do with the Lebanon I breathe on any given day. You can find them in this shop: [link] (the shop is a mess at this point and I still have a number of designs to upload, but I only have a little online time a day so bear with me -- I'm working on making it a bit more presentable every day). Looking for an image to brand them with, I liked the balloon for a number of reasons:
- It keeps rising;
- It's a light-hearted icon, as we are;
- It's cute, which most of my products inevitably are;
- Obviously, it belongs to a child 'nuff said;
- I can't look at one without smiling, can you?

I was going to call it "My Lebanon", which evokes closeness and has again a child-like quality, but then I had a better idea: Wa Lee Lubnanee, "And I have my Lebanon". It is a quote from an open letter by Khalil Gibran, penned after World War 1: "You have your Lebanon and I have my Lebanon". I include the full piece below so you can see how perfectly his message fit with mine. By the way, my choice of the name in Arabic type was to respect the text (it looks too silly in Latin) but also presents the advantage of not interfering with whatever text I use on the products (I'm not concerned about foreigners not being able to read the name because the image suffices for identification and they wouldn't get it without a lengthy explanation anyway most Lebanese should get the reference at once and that's what matters to me).

You Have Your Lebanon and I Have My Lebanon
From: THE TREASURED WRITINGS OF KAHLIL GIBRAN, edited and translated from Arabic by Martin L. Wolf, Anthony R. Ferris, and Andrew Dib Sherfan

(written after the first World War, in the 1920's)

You have your Lebanon and its dilemma. I have my Lebanon and its beauty.

Your Lebanon is an arena for men from the West and men from the East.

My Lebanon is a flock of birds fluttering in the early morning as shepherds lead their sheep into the meadow and rising in the evening as farmers return from their fields and vineyards.

You have your Lebanon and its people. I have my Lebanon and its people.

Yours are those whose souls were born in the hospitals of the West; they are as ship without rudder or sail upon a raging sea.... They are strong and eloquent among themselves but weak and dumb among Europeans.

They are brave, the liberators and the reformers, but only in their own area. But they are cowards, always led backwards by the Europeans. They are those who croak like frogs boasting that they have rid themselves of their ancient, tyrannical enemy, but the truth of the matter is that this tyrannical enemy still hides within their own souls. They are the slaves for whom time had exchanged rusty chains for shiny ones so that they thought themselves free. These are the children of your Lebanon. Is there anyone among them who represents the strength of the towering rocks of Lebanon, the purity of its water or the fragrance of its air? Who among them vouchsafes to say, "When I die I leave my country a little better than when I was born"?

Who among them dare to say, "My life was a drop of blood in the veins of Lebanon, a tear in her eyes or a smile upon her lips"?

Those are the children of your Lebanon. They are, in your estimation, great; but insignificant in my estimation.

Let me tell you who are the children of my Lebanon.

They are farmers who would turn the fallow field into garden and grove.

They are the shepherds who lead their flocks through the valleys to be fattened for your table meat and your woolens.

They are the vine-pressers who press the grape to wine and boil it to syrup.

They are the parents who tend the nurseries, the mothers who spin the silken yarn.

They are the husbands who harvest the wheat and the wives who gather the sheaves.

They are the builders, the potters, the weavers and the bell-casters.

They are the poets who pour their souls in new cups.

They are those who migrate with nothing but courage in their hearts and strength in their arms but who return with wealth in their hands and a wreath of glory upon their heads.

They are the victorious wherever they go and loved and respected wherever they settle.

They are the ones born in huts but who died in palaces of learning.

These are the children of Lebanon; they are the lamps that cannot be snuffed by the wind and the salt which remains unspoiled through the ages.

They are the ones who are steadily moving toward perfection, beauty, and truth.

What will remain of your Lebanon after a century? Tell me! Except bragging, lying and stupidity? Do you expect the ages to keep in its memory the traces of deceit and cheating and hypocrisy? Do you think the atmosphere will preserve in its pockets the shadows of death and the stench of graves?

Do you believe life will accept a patched garment for a dress? Verily, I say to you that an olive plant in the hills of Lebanon will outlast all of your deeds and your works; that the wooden plow pulled by the oxen in the crannies of Lebanon is nobler than your dreams and aspirations.

I say to you, while the conscience of time listened to me, that the songs of a maiden collecting herbs in the valleys of Lebanon will outlast all the uttering of the most exalted prattler among you. I say to you that you are achieving nothing. If you knew that you are accomplishing nothing, I would feel sorry for you, but you know it not.

You have your Lebanon and I have my Lebanon.

(If you read so far, here's a little story. When I was 10 or 11, I illustrated this for school on a large piece of card that I divided in two scenes "You have your Lebanon", with a scene of political turmoil, and "I have mine" with a shepherd tending to his flocks under the pine trees. This was eventually stored until the teacher in charge returned it to me saying "I'm very sorry... It's providence, though." It had rained, and water had streaked down the first panel, adding to the violence of the scene, but sparing the other completely.)
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SockHedgehog Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2011
I feel so happy!! When I tell people I'm Lebanese they just start making stupid jokes about terrorists and wars. Thanks, I love this.
Majnouna Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2011  Professional General Artist
How intelligent of them :|
SockHedgehog Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2011
Very. :|
Dib9394 Featured By Owner May 17, 2011
I'm Lebanese and I am just sickened by all those wars happening.

Kudos for this.
Majnouna Featured By Owner May 17, 2011  Professional General Artist
I know just how you feel! Thanks.
Dib9394 Featured By Owner May 17, 2011
Pleasure! :D
Julairria Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2011  Hobbyist
my family moved from lebanon because of the war..... and this deviation is deeply touching for me :)
Majnouna Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2011  Professional General Artist
Oh wow... Where do you live now?
Julairria Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2011  Hobbyist
canada XD
keytaro Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2009
b7abak ya lebnan!:heart:
oui!^^j aime mon pays!:D
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