Emilia

By Michelle Al Bitar

A short story about a girl who has lost her sight after the Lebanese civil war, and her way in dealing with life and discovering hidden truths after the war has ended. Painted with the Lebanese shadows of heritage and lifestyle, "Emilia" will transfer you to the city within the city, to the lands of the Phoenicians after the war.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle Al Bitar
• Release date: Nov 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311837400

Michelle Al Bitar

Michelle Al Bitar holds a bachelor and a master of arts in English language and literature. Her passion for reading, drawing, painting, and procrastination in general pushes her to thrive for more knowledge and postpone editing her manuscripts, which is why it takes her too long to publish.She is Lebanese and spends her time either home, work, or at her birthplace - Raachine.

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-Emilia-

1996−

It has been six years since it last rained bombs in Ein El Remmani. It has been six years since my parents last abandoned me, abducted by the angel of death. It has been six years since my uncle lost custody of me because of his unyielding poverty. It has been six years since I have lost my eyesight.

The war has taken everything from me.

Instead of swimming pools of crimson deaths, the rain washed away what remained of our enemies’ footsteps. Broken swings of abandoned parks are now swelling with children holding their mother’s hands. Veiled or covered with nothing but revealing fabric, everyone is living in peace within the same territories. Who have once been quarrelling over a piece of land are now business partners.

At least that’s what I have gathered from my social circle.

After a bomb had landed in Hay el Amarken six years ago, I lost the ability to plainly see the dreadful occurrences. But, now, I am blessed with the gift of Sight by God. He granted me the ability to emotionally connect with people. And when I should be complaining for not being taken care of by my blood family, I am thankful for the sisters of St. Thèrèse for finding me a family wealthy enough to take me into their arms in the safe side of the country until the war was over.

Turning twenty four, I am almost done with my journalist degree. Using the special kit and with the help of