To their “habibi”s and “hayete”s that never stop resonating in our ears. Whether it’s through a kitchen door or through facetime.
To their magic cooking skills and delicious Tupperwaretakeaways, whether we’re 25 years old or 45.
To the fact that they are the strongest of fighters. Whether it was starting a family during a civil war, or starting over from scratch in a completely new country.
To their hugs that can cure anything, whether it’s just a headache or a career deception.
We might criticize their excess of affection and their overwhelming questions, but it is in this nest that we learned how to love.
Here’s to Lebanese moms.
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