In 2015: I want war.

Is it weird that i want a war?
Is it inhumane?

Before you judge my “insanity” and “affection” towards humanity…just hear me out.

With a new year coming, everyone around seems to be having that “new year resolution” full of new targets, new beginnings, new ideas…they seem to want to forget the past or at least the ugly parts and start a new future, a new path…

Not me!

I want war! But wait, not any kind of wars..i want a “Lord of the rings” kind of war. See, my wish for 2015 is for all those nuclear weapons, guns, missiles etc. to disappear leaving only swords, knives and perhaps a bow..

Wouldn’t you want to be a witness of such a war? It is only then that we would actually discover who is man enough and who isn’t.
Countries seem to be strong now, presidents powerful giving orders from a phone or a tweet (just being ironic), alliances are formed based on certain powers…just bring the knights back and then we’ll see.

Bring principles back, men of honor, men of words, of actions…not men of golf. (U know what i mean)…
The problem with leaders today is that they’re not leaders, they lead troops, sheep, fanatics and idiots.
Leaders of today are boys, empty, shallow and with ambition.
People with political and “materialistic” ambition can be bought; and trust me the price is cheap.

And nowadays, with having ISIS in the picture and a few countries supporting such barbaric movement..what the hell bring war back. No not your wars of hunger and ignorance, not your war of planes and tanks..bring a war of ideas, of art, of culture..bring a “bulletproof” war.
Yes. Bring that war back, I’ll gather the swords, the horses, the knives..just make sure you find men.

© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014

How to be ” Kim Kardashian “


Here’s a confession..


Thats how I felt today.

Imagine yourself standing in the middle of nowhere, a desert surrounds you, buildings, people, screams, thoughts, fears…all there at the same time, and all collapsing bit by bit.

And you keep standing still as if nothing affects you.

Its ugly. The world has become ugly and bitter that I’m not sure what we’re fighting for anymore.

You’d feel you want to be grateful for the blessings you have but can’t seem to be happy about it with all the cruelty in the world. When was it okay to brutally mistreat a child? Insult a mother? Belittle a father? Make fun of the less fortunate?

People seem to be craving fame and money that everyone is cheap all the sudden.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not anti-social nor bitter but this is my world, my home, my people…

The most difficult feeling in the world is “just standing there”, you can’t do anything, you watch where the world is going, you stand on the cliff that’s falling but it’s heavy to carry.

It all starts with denial. You deny the only truth you know. You never want things to go the way they go, but still hell with the truth! People want lies!

It often ends with disappointment; whether you planned it or not. It ends anyway.

The prayers you postpone, the people you ignore, the facts you hide and the life you throw away were never yours anyway.

As a matter of fact, you might spend your days solving problems and thinking of new ones, of new riddles to solve, puzzles to end, rules to break and lives to fake.

It starts and ends while you stare and stand and wonder what happened in between?!

We are in between!


© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014

Coffee and her

Well I was drinking my coffee when she arrived

You can tell that she’s already cried

Looking at her eyes, all I saw was a sad emptiness

My only thought was “Damn! this is madness!”

I didn’t understand the words she was saying

But I knew it had to do with me leaving.

I kept drinking my coffee quietly with no interest

She wasn’t my favourite type, nor the best..

She kept talking while i was running out of coffee

There was nothing to talk about, nothing to see

“I’m weak without you” She said “I’m living in despair

What you did killed me, it was so unfair

You were my last leaf of hope, of joy

You threw me away easily and played me like a toy

I’m at your door now, begging you to love me

Don’t you want me baby? Don’t you want to be free?”

I stood up and looked at her crying in pain

It was ironic to see her trying so hard in vain.

I looked at my cup then looked at her again

All I wanted was a dance under the rain.

Then I suddenly realized that my cup and I were the same

Empty, bitter, careless and a bit insane!

She stood there waiting for an answer, for a reaction

I knew I had to say something that leads to satisfaction

I committed a crime and became the crime

I killed her feelings, thoughts, sold her for a dime

Then, she threw herself on a chair

The misery was too much to bare.

She cried and cried and repeated: “Answer if you dare”

Oh I dared, but did not care

I looked at her and smiled ironically

Through her, I found out whom I had to be..

I smiled again, looked away, looked at her and suddenly

I thought to myself: “Damn! I need another cup of coffee!”

© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014

MP Fattoush didn’t do anything wrong.

MP Nicolas Fattoush punched on Monday an office worker in the neck after she refused to prioritize his file at the Baabda judicial palace.

Here are the reasons why Fattoush is not guilty of anything:

1- He. Is. A. Minister.

Helloooo!! A minister? Do you even know what the word means? And he is not some regular minister, he is a Lebanese minister.

So the guy is practically a God! He can hit people, smash them, terrorize them; who the hell are you to stop him?

2- Because he is a minister chosen by the people (sadly), he can cross the line without actually caring about those who were waiting for hours. They can wait, they don’t have jobs or kids or anything but he can’t. He doesn’t have the time. He is a minister. Did I mention he was a minister?

3- The office worker is a girl. (Do you see where I’m heading?)

He is a man. She is a woman. He can hit her. Unless she had the black belt or The Rock as her bodyguard; she wouldn’t be able to hit back. Therefore, he’d feel stronger and manly enough to scare her. Do you see the genius there?

4- The guy was angry. Can’t a man express his anger by punching a few people here and there?

5- He is one of the ministers who demand an extension of the parliament, why elect a president while the Lebanese army faces terrorists everyday and innocent people are dying? Extension is a priority.

6- Because of this; you now know who he is. (Stop laughing, this is not ironic. Ok, you can laugh, but just a little).

7- He has superpowers. He got elected and will be re-elected, so he must have a “Superman” inside of him. You just can’t see it. *Where the hell is the kryptonite?*

8- He is not here to serve people, the people are here to serve him. Served!

9- He’s got money. Probably loads. Money means power, means people will respect him, will serve him coffee and serve him their necks on a plate, for free.

10- He is not guilty, I repeat, he is not guilty. We are. You are.

Now elect him again.


© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014

فيصل القاسم..اياك والاعتذار!

لا تعتذر. فاعتذارك اهانة والجيش اللبناني اكبر من ان يقف دقيقة للاستماع الى كلمة “انا اسف” ممن لم يخسر ابنا، لم يبك على اخ قدم نفسه لنحيى، لم يجلس بحرقة منتظرا من رحل دون وداع ومن قال: “ماما انا راجع.” لا تعتذر، فرأيك لك وجيشنا لنا. لا يهم ما ترى حضرتك من إنجازات،  فنحن نحني رؤوسنا لمن ترك بيته، اهله واطفاله دون ان يعلم ما اذا كان سيعود ام لا.. اليسا ونانسي وغيرهن؟ لا يهم! نعم فجيشنا يغني انتصارات ويرقص مع ارواح الشهداء، يقدم ذاته على مذبح الوطن قربان، يضرب بيد من حديد كل من هدد ارضه، جيشنا لنا ولكم ما لكم. فما هو لكم ليس منكم وليس معكم. لا تعتذر. اترك الاعتذار لاصحاب الشهامة وللرجال، اترك هذا الاعتذار لنا، لابناء الجيش… عذرا والسماح يا ابطال لبنان، انتم من حاربتم اشباه الرجال، انتم من فديتم ارواحكم بلا خوف..انتم من قدمتم الأمل يا حماة المستقبل وامجاد الماضي ورجال الحاضر.

 © Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014

تحية يا ابناء النون

تحية الى تلك الشجاعة، الى تلك البسالة؛ الى العنفوان والكرامة؛ تحية الى كل مسيحي هجر من بيته فقط لانه يحب المسيح؛ تحية اليكم يا طوباويي القرن الواحد والعشرين انتم الذين رفضتم الخضوع لاشباه الرجال، انتم من تركتم كل شيء من اجل المسيح.
تحية الى اطفالكم ورجالكم، تحية الى نسائكم وامهاتكم؛ اللواتي بكين بحرقة وابوا الانحناء امام الجهل والكراهية.
انتم مثال للتاريخ يا من رميتم المادة وراءكم، جهد وتعب السنين من اجل القيامة؛ انتم يا ابناء الرجاء.
فلو لم اكن منكم لكنت حفرت على باب بيتي “نون” ووقفت وقفة تحية وحنيت راسي امام من يحارب بالتسامح والغفران كما علمنا المعلم، لكنت قبلت ايادي اجدادكم ولعنت مضطهديكم.
انتم يا ابناء النون، يا عصارة المحبة، لا تستسلموا ولا تيأسوا امام حقارة الجهل، انتم ابناء الصليب الذي صرع الموت بالموت واحيى من في القبور.

© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014

To the ones ruling the world

The difference between us and you is that we have the future, you have yesterday.  We are deep you’re shallow.
We lead you’re a follower.
We chose to build a life; you’re still stuck between the graves of your dead ones.
We try to argue, search, research, argue again and accept the differences; you’re an ignorant who still quotes his feelings and copy pastes his ideas.
We cry, we try, we fail and get back up again; you’ve fallen so long ago that no redemption can ever pull you back up again.
We sinned, we repented. You made mistakes and gave up to despair.
We know “superficial” when we see one, you know we know.
You hide your flaws; we create jokes around them.
We seek facts; you hide the truth.
We correct paths;  you create curved ones.
We know we’re twisted and different,  embrace it and make the best of it; you have lost your identity to the weak.
We get childish when we want to and become mature in opinion whenever we choose to; you can’t choose at all for yourself is not yours to control.
We cherish our hearts by keeping them locked for the ones we love;  you fall in love with every new comer.
We question; you’re a sponge.
We work hard; you complain.
We choose to be sarcastic because we can; you choose to be sarcatic because you think we can’t.
We are. You’re not.
We strive, we seek, we find. You strive.

Next time you try to show the world you’re something important (a man),  make sure you’re not the same boy we left behind 10 years ago.

© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014

Not a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’

Today we celebrate mothers.
I am a mother.
However,  I do not want to be celebrated; instead, I would to dedicate this day, this holiday to my kids.
They tought me how to be responsible, how to fight for my rights (their rights), how to be a better person; they have showed me the art of dragging myself from the bed every single morning; the art of staying up all night and still finding the strength to smile the next day.
They have showed me how I can be loved unconditionally; just because I am who I am.
Being a mother taught me how to cook healthy, how to stay fit, how to be a skilled chauffeur, a wise teacher, a courageous nurse, a funny clown, a good example and an “almost perfect” person.

I have been shown how to give without asking for return, how a simple ‘ I love you mommy’ can transform a shitty day to the best moment ever.
The urge to be perfect in front of my kids, the need to be a better woman everyday, the curiosity to know everything so I wouldnt answer my child with ‘I dont know’ one day; the fact that I think twice before doing or saying anything I might regret…
The idea of being a mother and not only a mommy..

For that and much more I thank you for allowing me to be a mom. Your mom.

© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014


Fictional Characters (superheroes) that need to exist.



Gandalf is a fictional character from the Trilogy “Lord of the rings”; for those of you who never heard of him, he’s the white wizard who helps Froddo baggins finish his journey.

Gandalf never does anything without deep thought; firm and fair; wise, smart and affectionate; all at the same time. Plus, he has “Wizard” powers. He spreads security everytime he appears and never shows up without extra help.

Wouldn’t be great to have someone like that?



Mystique is a fictional character mainly associated with the Marvel Comics’ franchise “X Men”; she is a mutant who can take any physical form anytime she wants.

As most may already be familiar with her, she is know for being a villain but would you imagine someone with such powers?

“Am bored today. I’ll be Britney Spears!”



Another fictional superhero who appears in comics published also by Marvel.

It’s mainly the story of a guy named “Tony Stark” who gets kidnapped and asked to build a weapon of mass destruction but instead builds a powered suit of armor to save his life and escape. He then starts to work on the armor by making it more advanced and somehow invincible.

An army of “Iron Men”; hows that for a suggestion?



Known as diabolic and the son of the demon Azzael and the witch Sarah Hughes, Hellboy is known to have special abilities which allow him to exceed others in fights, combats and “supernatural” occasions..

Some of his abilities include: hand to hand combat, enhanced sight, occult knowledge, decelerated aging, superhuman resilience, etc.

Not to forget his right arm which feels no pain and is somehow “invincible”.

Despite his demonic origins, Hellboy is known for his witty humor, good heart and his love for humans.



An immortal superhero with physical super powers.

Hancock must exist; he’d probably put an end to all the bastards out there.

His abilities include: superhuman strength, speed and durability, superhuman stamina, agility, reflexes, invulnerability, invincibility, atmosphere adjustment…

Need I say more?



As much as some people find the character annoying, I think we need his sarcastic sense of humor and powers every once in a while.

Assertive and confident with a “cartoon-ish” charcter; the mask would spice up our world a bit.



Okay so he was fooled by the devil to selling his soul in order to save the life of his mentor or father, but the guy (or whoever he is) does hunt evil people. Plus, he is a rebel and doesn’t agree well with the devil.



” The power of an immortal, the soul of a human, the heart of a hero.”

Blade is “daywalker” vampire whose mother was bitten by a vampire while pregnant; therefore his ability to walk in the daylight.

He hunts vampires using his martial arts skills, sword and “vampire” powers.



The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are a fictional team of four teenage anthropomorphic turtles, named after four Renaissance artists, who were trained by their anthropomorphic rat (sensei) in the art of ninjutsu. From their home in the sewers of New York, they battle petty criminals, evil overlords, mutated animals, and alien invaders while attempting to remain isolated from society.



God of thunder; invincible in every way; plus, he has a hammer with which he can control space and time. Where’s that storm when you need it?

© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014 


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