Throughout these two last decades of my existence I have consecrated my personal time in a quest for myself , struggling through a land of mines and risky schemes , my country Lebanon .
I struggle, still , with the syndrome well known yet unnamed in our society, the dilemma of every human of my Lebanese society : The Curse of Yam !
To explain it, I had to go back in time, to the 18th century before the Christian era .
Yam was the god of the open seas for the Phoenician ancestors , an unpredictable beast of the sea of Phoenicia, later “nicknamed” the Mediterranean after they have already mapped it !
Our neighbors,the Arabs, still call it by this name.
Yam lived in the unknowns of the deep sea among the darkness and fearful Buoyancy of the Abyss .
The Lebanese Phoenicians had to sail through the waters of Yam , they pledged his Alliance, constantly …
All they prayed for
was his consent!
He led them many times to great destinations.Without his guidance , they had to face unknown fate .
They never could predict Yam’s hostility , though .
His rage fed the Abyss, countless times , and his unpreceded anger flooded the mainlands and left unmatched devastation, the Mainland Phoenician Lebanese escaped Yam the merciless to the highest mountains …
Many centuries split the mountain survivors from their fellows who gained the trust of Yam , those ones are the ones who founded cities (…) discovered new lands , taught the laws ,the numbers and the letters, alongside they kept in their courageous hearts a great sense of belonging, adventuring and self-identification ,opposing culturally the Expanding other nations ,their expansions were powered by hatred and blood …
The native hills were not meant to expand, geographically they were secure on the natural fortification , and their spirit of peace and freedom reminded of a common culture that they share with their brothers of the west , the survivors who dealt with the Curse of Yam, and recreated their homeland patterns along the far dry lands.
The Valley of the Hermits, Qadish
Wars were declared on the Holy mountain forests of Lebanon since the times of Gilgamesh and Humbaba .
Invaded by the Amorites ,Adopted by the Pharaohs , devastated by the Assyrians , envied by the Persians , hated from the Greeks, burned by the Romans , and so on …
And yet, after all these centuries. there is still a seed of resistance ,
of remembrance of what we truly are
A People who gave everything to the world , but still cursed by Yam, a syndrome of Duality inside each one of us;
To enjoy the struggle on the Mainlands and ride the rising Phoenix out of the ashes!
Or to set sail escorted by Yam join to the unknown,spreading across the earth with Great deeds,and longing for the Land they always dream to go back to …
I would like to call it
fadymozaya 