I see you.
I can't help but notice that almost every woman I see is carrying a baby or has children around her.
I see that though they are dressed modestly, their beauty still shines through.
But it's not just outer beauty that I notice.
I also notice that I feel something strange inside me: I feel envy.
I feel terrible for the horrible experiences and war crimes that the Lebanese people have suffered, being targeted by our common enemy.
But I can't help but admire your strength, your beauty, your modesty, and most of all, your happiness.
Yes, it's strange, but it occurred to me that even under constant bombardment, you still seemed happier than we are, because you were still living the natural lives of women.
The way women have always lived since the beginning of time.
It used to be that way in the West until the 1960s, when we were bombarded by the same enemy. Only we were not bombarded with actual munitions, but with subtle trickery and moral corruption.
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