Pascal

Yesterday night I went to St. George School at the outskirts of Bikfaya. This school welcomed lots of christian families from the border villages. As those displaced can not yet go back to their villages because they have lost their homes, they remain at the school. There’s a daily mass and some NGO’s helped them with food, as well as other local organizations. Yesterday night all the families had prepared supper together and shared it with the different donors and some friends. It was à la Libanaise: taboulé, Manakish a Saj, all home made stuff and the atmosphere was very relaxed. The kids had prepared a theater play and there was some dancing. A moment of joyful forgetting what war had caused them.

I met Pascal, he’s about 14 years old and his parents were killed in Qana when their apartment collapsed. He now lives with his maternal uncle. He suffers from Down syndrome. He is well aware that his parents died, when the priest asked him what he wanted to pray he said: the Our Father. When he asked him what he wants he said: I wish to have my daily bread. When you meet Pascal, you can not but smile, he’s very joyful and likes to serve and carry things.