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Have you ever dealt with Marka VIP  an online luxury boutique?Do you trust it?

Well you shouldn’t!!!!

On the 29th of January 2016 I placed a 250$ at their website that stated that it should be delivered within 15 days.

20 days later I still didn’t receive my order so I said to myself that maybe the delay was due to the new year’s holiday.

On the 25th of January 2017 (almost a month after I placed my order) my order didn’t arrive yet.So I decided to contact them and to my surprise when I opened the site popped a message that says the Marka VIP services are no longer available in my country (Lebanon).mvp

I contacted them instantly via a live chat (an option on their app) they apologized and said my order will be delivered within a week


After a week of waiting.NOTHING.

I contacted them many times after that and the same thing apology and a promise of a one week delivery


A couple of days ago I contacted them once again with the same promises and when I showed them that my patience has come to an end they asked for my phone number and promised to contact me within an hour.


Off course I received no phone call and till today 24/2/2017 after two months that I put my order i didn’t receive my ordered item from Marka VIP.





I can’t believe that we in the 21 century we’re still dealing with such stupidity!!!!
I can’t believe either that some youngsters are being transferred to JAD association to be rehabilitated under the control of this idiot idiot idiot Joseph Hawat who is more dangerous to those youth than anything else.
So Mr Hawwat is a know it all and he’s got 8 experts in Satanism.
According to him he predicted an orgy of drugs and rape and homosexuality and he him the superman stopped it.He couldn’t stop the huge concert of the biggest drug dealer of our time Wiz Khalifa!!!!!!
Seriously it’s people like the Hawwat dude that should be stopped and sepperated from the troubled youth.


Let’s not talk about the media that gets off on such moronic issues.
The only satans I know in this country are the ruling class and the religious figures.All of them.And the only satanists I know are the majority of this bigoted ,fanatic and sectarian society.
On another level,the Lebanese constitution forces everyone to respect the freedom of belief and there’s not any article in the lebanese law that criminalize please shut your tramp with a dirty sock you biggoted asshole.
People who worship God are killing and raping and bombing everywhere while I’ve never heard of a crime committed in Lebanon caused by Satanists,that’s if they exist here.
(7ki Jales Episode on Satanism)

I always said in the different conferences,trainings and workshops about the conflict resolution between Tebbeneh & Jabal Mohsen that the inhabitants of both areas need job opportunities,chances and exposure and most of the problems in these areas will be solved and tonight a play called “Love & War On The Rooftop” proved me right.


A few month ago I met Lea,Jad &Gino and Lea informed me about a project she was planing a project that includes youngsters from Tebbeneh & Jabal Mohsen in a play acted by them and she was enthused about it.

At first I was skeptic about it.What could a couple of people from Beirut do to the destitute people in my beloved city that no Tripolitain could have done?

The more the project advanced,the more I saw Lea and the guys enthusiastic about it.The more I was excited to witness the outcome.

I kept seeing pictures on Facebook where the guys were meeting famous people from the art scene (to mention a few:Nadine Labaki,Lucien Bou Rjaily…..).


Today was the trial of the play in Tripoli in Rawda School Theater before the big day in Al Madina  Theater in Beirut on the 15th of this month.The theater hall was filled with people mostly from Tebbeneh and Jabal Mohsen (parents,friends and neighbours of the actors).

I was greeted at the door by Jad with a wide smile.Lea was busy running around talking to the actors (It’s good to be reminded that the actors weren’t real actors but guys from Tebbeneh & Jabal Mohsen that were taking the stage for the first time).

When she took the stage to present the work.Lea was shining with beauty.The beauty of all what she’s done to the guys and to my city.

And the play started…..

About one hour of raw Tripolitain misery brought with an unequaled sense of humor and a perfect performance by guys that have never experienced this before not to say never experienced such a chance and exposure.

The play was performed with such an authenticity and without gloves.Things were said by their names and it was really funny.

These guys were everything I loved about my city.

These guys were the real image of Tebbeneh and Jabbal Mohsen.

I couldn’t but feel hate towards those Tripolitain politicians who can but decided to do nothing to save these guys and others like them from the hellhole they live in.

Thank you March.Thank you Lea.Thank You Jad.Thank you Lucien for doing to those guys and to my beloved city what no NGO or Politician did.

I love you from the bottom of my heart.

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On the 24 of April this year coincides with the memorial of the Armenian Genocide Centennial,the first genocide of the century.

The memorial gained force this year by the recognition of Pope Francis of the genocide,calling it the first genocide of the century,as Armenians all over the world are preparing for it.


Many countries already recognized the genocide including Lebanon as in 1997 the Lebanese Chamber of Deputies recognize and condemns the genocide perpetrated against the Armenian people and expresses its complete solidarity with demands of its Armenian citizens.

This year the Lebanese Education Minister considered the 24 of April a national holiday and called for closure of all educational institutions.

A National Choir Festival is happening in Lebanon during this period in many Lebanese cities including Tripoli on the 24th of April noting that some of the Choirs participating are Armenian and Tripoli’s own pride and joy Choir,The Fayhaa Choir is lead by Maestro Barkev Taslakian a Tripolitain from Armenian origins.

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Through all that and to everybody’s surprise rose some cacophonous noises objecting  the recognition of the genocide by the Lebanese Government and attacking the Choir Festival held in Tripoli saying it’s a declaration of war on Tripoli’s Sunnis threatening the responsible and inviting Sunni Tripolitans to hold a massive Friday prayer in Tripoli’s Oscar Niemeyer’s Fair and to display Turkish flags on the balconies.

The most dangerous thing is that this is coming from a Sheikh holding post in highest Sunni authority “Dar Al Fatwa” in Tripoli and he’s called Sheikh Majed Derwish

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What Derwish stated is very dangerous for it is a stir of confessional strife and that is punished by law in a lifetime imprisonment penalty (articles 308 and especially 317 of the Penal Code) and thus the North Lebanon General Attorney should persecute Derwish according to these articles.

There’s a new specie in Tripoli that consider itself the defender of the Sunni sect and this specie that is a big fan of Isis has only brought to Tripoli terror,harm,war and economical collapse and abuse and distortion of Islam.

Noting finally that the Ottomans reflects only terror and crimes not just to  Armenians but to all the Lebanese population as they are responsible for the execution of Lebanese citizen in 1916 in what is called today Martyr’s Square and we still celebrate their martyrdom  and that the Lebanese in all their sects  should reject any linking or simply sympathy to the Ottomans.

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Mina was always my favorite part of Tripoli especially the area surrounding St Elie school starting from Farah Antoun street all the way to Bort street (next to the new municipality building ).This part of Mina is one of the few areas left in Tripoli where Christians,Muslims and many Marxists live together in love and harmony and where many french and other expats are lodged.

The inhabitants live with each others regardless the class difference and you can never tell who’s poor,who’s rich,who’s Muslim,who’s Christian…….Maybe that’s the benefits of living by the sea.

My favorite places to be in Tripoli are Ahwak Cafe and The Coffee Pot where you can have great coffee and delicious treats and with lots of nice and cultured  people hanging around

But the new gem opened a week ago in the aera mentioned up above in Mina and it’s called RASSIF CAFE


Rassif is perfectly located in Antoun Farah street,the white painted wood and the virgin wood tables decorated by green plants is simple and relaxing and fits well a sea side cafe.It’s a perfect calm place if you wanna come chill read a book,catch up with some friends or simply just relax.

While I was there sipping my Americano,reading Joe Meno’s Hairstyles Of The Damned,Amigo,an old friend joined me on the table and told me he was starting to work on some leather goods and semi-precious stones designs and showed me some of his designs (bracelets,bags,rings….. ) that really impressed me.

While at it a young charming girl wearing an apron came over with a plate decorated by a hot English muffin and some strawberry jam and fresh cream for trial.The outcome tasted heavenly that I caught myself saying “mmmmm” with every bite.


Needless to say that the owners of the place are Tristan and his wife Salma a charming down to earth couple,that are warm and welcoming and taking care of every single detail  that makes this place,that opened a week ago,the place to be.

I continued reading my book over a nice songs selection (I bet it’s Tristan’s choice) playing in the background and the soft sea breeze caressing my face.

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Life can’t get any better

P.S: I’m tempted to taste their American breakfast


Pictures courtesy of Amigo Ahmad Awiek

With all the corruption,crimes,car bombings,armed criminals circulating in broad day light in front of the Army and ISF and abuse against women President Soleiman found it urgent to move hell on earth against Jean Assi who tweeted against him and Ali Itawi who posted a picture of himself kissing A STATUE of Virgin Mary.

What a joke of a country Mr. President!!!!!!!!


Abou Daass a chief of zone in Tebbeneh 



Manal Assi a women killed after being beaten by her husband



Kids holding weapons in Tebbeneh




Ali Itawi.His crime is posting this picture.



Jean Assi

When I was a kid I wanted to be an Astronaut….

Now all I want is….to make it to another day….To live.


Last night we gathered in the same old coffee shop in Jabal Mohsen playing cards,drinking Mate and conversing in a joyful mood despite the dire condition we’re living in.

Two days ago the violence against the Alawites escalated.They killed an innocent man in downtown Tripoli in broad daylight for the only reason of being an Alawite.


A month ago a school boy was beaten to shit while he was in Azmi street shoping for shoes.He was Alawite.

But in the coffee shop all was behind us.We were laughing to jokes,talking about girls and whatnot.We repressed our worries about going outside our small area,to our universities or other chores.

Every trip outside this area was a risk taken of being beaten humiliated or maybe shot at. 

The government and Security Forces were doing nothing to stop this craze.The Jabal Mohsen controllers Rifaat Eid and his men were silent.The media was ignoring the crimes against Alawites.Our death and humiliation was of interest to no one.We were roadkill forgotten to rot in our small prison that is Jabal Mohsen.

Even the stray dogs in Tripoli had someone to support them when they were threatened to be killed by the Municipality.The burning of a Library owned by a priest raised more hell than the killing of an innocent Alawite in broad daylight a week after.

I sure do miss my friend Sam but he’s lucky to have left this death trap to a certain Southern American country.I always check his facebook pics and I really envy him.

This morning is a cold wintry morning and I’m in the cab heading to my university,earphones blasting some rock tunes,dark sunglasses to hide my worried eyes of my daily hellish trip.

I fell asleep thinking about the girl I love about her Auburn hair that smells like Jasmine and how I’m going to meet her this weekend in Zgharta and I’m gonna wear the new Jacket I’m wearing now that my Dad brought me from his last trip to Beirut.I always wanted this Jacket.

I woke up to the sound of shouts as the cab driver was slowing down.There was some weird looking men holding weapons pointing at the car.At first I thought they wear Security Forces until I noticed their civilian cloth.

I couldn’t understand what was happening until someone pulled me by my new Jacket and dragged me outside the car and I thought “SHIT it;s happening to me.I’m gonna get beaten to shit!!!!!”.

They told the cab driver to leave and they dragged me to a corner where they started beating the living hell out of me.They tore my new Jacket and shouted “Nsayri L Kalb” (Nsayri is the condescending word for Alawite and Kalb means dog) and all I was thinking about was when they’re gonna get over with the beating so I can go home.I wanted not to be Alawite.I wanted not to live in Tripoli.

They tore of all my cloth till i was totally naked.My body felt burning with scars and I could feel the viscus blood all around me.

They started writing something on my chest with a felt pen.

The pain was unbearable.

The pain…

When will they stop already??

Then they stopped.It was over finally.

I could hear a ringing in my ear and the pain…Oh God the pain.

I know I’ll heal.I know I’ll never comeback the same.I know…..

Then I felt something solid and cold in my mouth that tasted metallic and through the ringing in my ears I could barely hear “die pig”.


I didn’t hear the gunshot but tasted the bitter taste of gunpowder in my mouth and felt my brain exploding……