My Grandmother and Aunt lives there, and It was my Aunt’s wedding.
I was amazed by the beautiful road and landscape that gradually changed as we went further away from the noise and heavy traffic of the city, and my excitement increasingly grew as we arrived to “Welcome To Hasbaya.”
It is a calm village, as if it had been kept there for a long time and nobody have yet touched it. Unlike the city, you can hear nothing but the sound of b
irds.The purpose behind posting this article, is to share with you something i supposed had gone astray, and to my utmost surprise, when I walking to get something from the grocery, I found the first man walking the city at 6AM buying from the same grocery I was entering (the man on the left).
This man was a Durze(درزي) and he speaks Arabic with some distinguishing features such as the Qaf that sounds like a strong “K”.
I couldn’t understand most of their language, as it sounded so strange and weird, and as you see in the picture all of the religious people (Druze) still wear traditional clothing. Women wear a black dress with white head covering, and men wear a sort of baggy pants, a head scarf, and most of them have large moustaches.
The point is that Beirut with all of it’s night clubs, super night clubs, pubs, cinemas, large malls, guys wearing earings, girls wearing the finest clothes, was only 1.5 hours away.
I experienced two extremes in just 1.5 hours driving. Two totally different ways of living. A simple, trouble free tranquil life, where all people know each other, greet each other all the time. And a complex life, where you have to strive and work hard to make a living, and noone even cares about one another.
And a question always remains:
Which is better?

