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Secondly, one big unsawed question in the last paragraph is why are Lebanese people a diaspora? What made them leave? The big answer is the post effects of Lebanese civil war which for reference it is about gaining power amongst different religious groups in Lebanon. Many religious groups were completely divided and as a result many people died and many areas were destroyed, in 1990 the war ended with the Taif accord being signed. As said by Khoury the Taif Accord is: “The Accord ushered in Lebanon’s Second Republic, where power is equally divided between the Christian and Muslin communities”. Naturally in text this accord seems promising by having peace, however “In fact, the…settlement that would appease the elites (elite “reconciliation”) rather than resolving the underlying issues of the conflict (national reconciliation)” (Ghosn and Khoury 8). Not only that but the Taif Accord created the amnesty law which allowed anyone that actively took part in the civil war to have immunity from conviction. This quote from Haugbolle really shows us how corrupt this law is “However, amnesties that grant impunity for gross human rights violations without investigation are incompatible with international law.” Now with a corrupt accord in place many terrible militia leaders were able to put themselves in “key positions in government” (Ghosn and Khoury 11).  As a   result of the law the civil war is meant to be forgotten and people don’t say their opinions on it because you never know who’s listening. There’s a whole generation from the post war who are filled with fear of uncertainty. As a result, to be at peace and safe they move away. They settle in other countries and try to forget what happened back in Lebanon. Until my generation rises up and fights from Lebanon.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lebanese_Civil_War

Ghosn, Faten, and Amal Khoury. “Lebanon after the Civil War: Peace or the Illusion of Peace?” Middle East Journal, vol. 65, no. 3, Summer 2011, pp. 381–397. EBSCOhost, doi:10.3751/65.3.12.

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First of all, does being a diaspora effect if Lebanese people should open a business? A diaspora is when someone or a group of people leave their home country. Now as many Lebanese leave Lebanon and settle all around the world their actions change. They are hit with negative stereotypes from their new country. In order to overcome these stereotypes, they try to prove that they are good citizens. Often times they would open business to show the public that they are helping the community. However as much as they try to assimilate to their new country, they miss they smell of spices and gasoline in the air from Lebanon. This is another reason why they open business in order attract Lebanese community with the comforting smell of cumin and zaatar. Also, many of these immigrants carry their baggage from Lebanon to their new countries. Business ownership is rooted deep in Lebanese culture. Usually when Lebanese create new business in other countries it’s often related to their past life in Lebanon. Take for example Mohammed Hage owner of Lufa Farms, a roof top green-house company in Montreal. The idea of company dates back to his childhood in Lebanon when he was working in the field growing vegetables for the family. Now in Montreal he’s apart of Canadian culture and at the same time he’s created a Lebanese community around his business. Finally, traditionally Lebanese people always have an eye for business and when they arrive to a new country they try to fit in while keeping their roots alive.  

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October of 2019 tensions and protest in Lebanon have been escalating and now the whole world is protesting. Montreal is having a protest, but I couldn’t go see it. So instead I check on all socially media to see what’s happening. What I saw was so heartwarming. Lebanese people of all religion together swarming the streets in unity. Many people carried drums as they played music, and everyone danced to the beat. I could just imagine my heart pumping at the beat of the drum while I dabke to the beat. My people are finally unified and are fighting for those who are struggling in Lebanon. From the videos online, everyone was so in sink, you could hear it the tone of their voice that they so frustrated but at the same time excited because they know that Lebanon will see the light again.    

Sources:

“A Tale of Two Traders; The Lebanese Diaspora.” The Economist, no. 8827, 2013, p. 68. EBSCOhost, search.ebscohost.com/login.aspx?direct=true&db=edsgao&AN=edsgcl.322304320&site=eds-live&scope=site.

Abdelhady, Dalia. The Lebanese Diaspora : The Arab Immigrant Experience in Montreal, New York, and Paris. NYU Press, 2011. EBSCOhost, search.ebscohost.com/login.aspx?direct=true&db=nlebk&AN=386947&site=eds-live&scope=site.

Part one

A memorable experience that I had is probably the time I got my drivers licences. I remember I was so nervous and I didn’t know how to reverse park properly. I remember it was after school and my dad picked me up. We went to Laval to do the drives test because in the Laval SAAQ the road for the test is much easier than the one at Henri Bourse. We get to the SAAQ, I take a number and I wait. I thought their were going to make me wait for ever because you know its the SAAQ, they always make people wait a long time. However they didn’t and after about 20 minute my test is about to start. I remember I had to sign paper and I remember my hand shaking it was so funny. At that moment I thought I recognized the person that’s grading me but I couldn’t remember who she was. Whatever I stop trying to remember who she was and we got in the car. She makes her inspection and everything, she makes me step on the break and the gas to see if it works. Everything is fine. I start driving making sure I don’t go fast in the parking lot which is only 15km. So I got really annoyed that I was going that slow but whatever. We get on the road and I was actually confident I was during perfectly, I made no mistakes. I made sure that I was looking at both sides when I cross the intersection to make sure it’s oblivious so she notices it. Then it’s time to park and I still confident. I get ready and put the car in revers and I already messed up. I had to redo and fix the parking like five times. Thankfully my dad’s car had a camera and censers but the lady said I couldn’t use it. But I still did and because of that I was able to park. At this point I actually thought I failed but then she said I passed and I was like really and she said ya. I really thought I failed. Then I go inside I tell my dad I passed and he actually didn’t believe me. He had no faith in my ability to drive, but it was still finny though. After that with my new licence me and my dad drive back home, I tell my mom the good news and she also doesn’t believe me. 

Part 2

An important experience I had if for sure the time I took my driving exam. It was after school and my dad picked me up to go to Laval for my test. The exam in Laval is much easier than the on in Henri Bourassa. We get in and I take a number I thought remember the place was going to make me wait a long time, however they didn’t. In 20 min my exam was about to begin. I was so nervous and when I had to sign the paper my hand was shaking. I remember when I saw the person that was grading my exam she seemed very familiar but I ignored it to get ready for the test. We get to the car and she doesn’t her inspection of the car everything is good and we hit the road. I remember that the parking lot speed limit was so slow it really annoyed. Anyways we get on the road and I’m driving perfectly, I’m looking on both sides when I cross and everything. However it’s time for the backward parking, I get into position and I start. It was terrible… I had to fix my parking 5 time I thought I failed. Thankfully my dad’s car had a camera and a censor. I wasn’t allowed to look at it but I had to. Finally I park and for sure failed. But then she says I passed and I didn’t believe it. I go back inside and tell my dad and he doesn’t believe it either. Finally we go back home and even my mom doesn’t believe me.

Part 3

One of the most intergalactic presidential experience I’ve lived in my youth has to be most to be most doughtily the time when I preformed the examination of the drivers exam. When looking back in the past the feeling of fear was placed inside my broken heart. This fear engulfed me. Moving on my father haulers at me from my old education facility where I wait patiently for his arrival. I enter his automobile and we stride to the famous city of Laval where I shall be attending this examination. We arrive at the SAAQ we gracefully enter as fear and passion. I hauler for a numerical numeral and wait attentively for my numerical value to be expressed. 1200 seconds later a person of the women kind leads my hand to the signature of approval. My hand trembling with this so called fear signs the document. We stride to my fathers automotive vehicle and perform the important ritual of insuring that the vehicle is properly functioning. I hope in the automobile like a kangaroo and begin to drive to the heavens. My driving is impeccable, perfection I say. However the darkest moment was about too being, the famous ritual of the parking of the backward. The battle has begun and my poor hands struggle to properly place the vehicle in the proper position. I this point I have committed a sin, I glanced at the technological advancements this car has blessed the souls with. With this beautiful technology I was able to safely station the vehicle in its rectangular position. Fear has taken over and disappointments has risen failure is on me. A beacon of hope has shined and I have passed the examination. I sprint to the heavens inside the facility to speak to father. I say father the examination has been passed. Father didn’t believe my accomplishment he called me a bastard. We hauler back home and mother also calls me a bastard.