Abdullah Al-Haqim 
iframe {max-width: 100%! Important;} IMG {Height: Auto! Important; Max-Width: 100%! Important;} Like any young adult, borne and ambitious, I was looking at my future with antiquities and faith in what he would carry of beautiful things. In the spring of 2005, I was not alone in this case of anticipation, all of Lebanon was living in a new birth. The squares were void, and the faces shine with the dream, and the flags of rice fluttering in the sky of Beirut to condemn the Syrian occupation of Lebanon. At that moment, I was also on the threshold of a new stage, a university student taking his first steps towards achieving his dreams, and I feel that my personal start intersects with the start of the country. It seemed to me that the future will be made by our generation, we young people who carried the study books and chanted for freedom at the same time, we dream of politics as we dream of our own lives, we believe that change is not only a slogan but rather an inevitable amount. But I did not know that the reality does not always shook hands with dreams, but rather slapped them with harsh harsh. While I was seeing in …
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