Ever since we were little, our parents and those around them have bathed us in popular beliefs and other city myths. It all starts with Santa Claus. Every child’s dream, and his parents’ first lie. A guy dressed in red and white who will turn out to be non-existent. When the age of reason is reached, this play is destroyed, causing the first great dismay in the children.
Between lies, fictions and superstitions, we grow up with the fear that they will turn out to be true. “Do not swim after eating, you risk drowning”; “Do not pee in the pool, a red pool will spread around you. How many times have we heard our mothers repeat this bullshit to us? And how many times, when an urgent desire has arisen, have we been afraid of being humiliated in front of everyone? “If you cross your eyes and someone scares you, you stay that way all your life.” Masturbation makes you deaf and among the Anglo-Saxons, blind. Well no, do not panic, it will never happen. As for our diet, it is full of false claims that will follow us for life. “Eat your soup, you will grow up”; “eat carrots, you will have better eyesight”; “if you drop your cucumber on the ground, you have 5 seconds to pick it up , before the bacteria attack it “;” If you swallow your chewing gum, it will stay in your stomach for seven years “. None of this is true, although drinking milk increases calcium in the body. But not after 2 years of age we do not digest it no more. “Do not go out with wet hair, you will catch a cold.” As legendary as the famous “safit hawa”. Great anything. Ask any doctor. The wind or the air conditioner never gives us a slap to catch our back or give the flu.
And superstition took over, everything brought us misfortune. Do not go under a ladder; take care of the black cat; do not leave the scissors or cabinet open; do not give salt to anyone from hand to hand; do not crack a mirror you are screwed for 7 years, the same if you toast without looking the other in the eyes, or with water; your slipper must not be returned, otherwise it is an insult to God; there shall not be 13 at the table, Judas will be present; do not put your bag on the floor, your money flies away … And so on.
But the finest of all the nonsense that most Lebanese utter, and especially at this point, a few weeks before the election, is the eternal: “I will not vote, it’s useless,” followed by “Chou, wefit aleyye?” And sometimes when someone decides to go to the polls, he comes out with his stupid sound: “I prefer to vote for an evil I know, rather than one I do not know. And it has been going on for years, even decades. People no longer believe in it and no longer want to try anything to change things. He prefers to keep trusting this or that politician because he paved the street in front of his house, paid for his mother’s operation or educated his nephew.Unfortunately, the situation is not getting better if the majority still believe so.
For yes, wefit 3a laykon. Yes, your voice can be a game changer. Yes, there are some opposition lists made up of efficient and extraordinary people who will do their best to work for Lebanon. And no, voting for the same bastards is not a minor evil. We must vote against them. Vote for the protest list that has the best chance of winning seats. To vote while forgetting your friendships, your preferences, your hatred of certain candidates. To vote because it is our only weapon against a system that needs to be blown up. A ruling class that does not care about the well-being of its compatriots pushes them to flee and die on the high seas. A corrupt ruling class to the core that has taken us hostage. You have to vote, even if you have to drive for two hours. And for that matter, if we believe in superstition, then we cross our fingers.
Columnist Médéa Azouri hosts “Sarde After Dinner” with Mouin Jaber, a podcast in which they freely and without censorship discuss a wide range of topics with guests from all walks of life. Every Sunday at 20.00 Beirut time. Episode March 20: Joanna Hadjithomas and Khalil Joreige
Ever since we were little, our parents and those around them have bathed us in popular beliefs and other city myths. It all starts with Santa Claus. Every child’s dream, and his parents’ first lie. A guy dressed in red and white who will turn out to be non-existent. Once the age of reason is reached, this legend is destroyed, causing the first great disorder …