Beirut Stories

Mia Haddad belongs to Beirut. Her face is on billboards from Hamra to Downtown. Her songs play from every beach club in Lebanon. Designers fight to dress her, photographers follow her, and half the Middle East thinks they know her. They don't. Marwan does. Unfortunately, she can't stand him. Saint Levant is everything Mia hates-arrogant, impossible, effortlessly charming, and somehow always standing in the exact room she wants to escape. Their friends have spent years pretending the tension between them is simple hatred. It isn't. And one summer night in Beirut is about to make that impossible to ignore.

She owns a flower shop where nothing ever dies, except when she touches it. He is a CEO who bought the entire building just to keep her close. She is mortal in a world of immortals. He is obsessed in a world where he can have everything. At night, bats watch her window. Roses bloom only when she is near. And eyes change color when he lies, when he is jealous, when he wants her too much. She knows she is being watched. She knows he is outside. And a part of her doesn't want him to leave. A love story about worship and obsession, about a man who wants to lock her in his world and a girl who is starting to like being locked. A NEW VERSION - Rewritten from zero. Darker, more possessive, more supernatural.* MATURE 18+ ---

Sadness is not to feel in pain but to watch it killing other people's souls without you being able to do anything

As she walked silently through old streets of Beirut, one thought was always on her mind while admiring the vintage architecture this city owns, "Am I the one who will change it all?" And just like you, Haya doesn't know how her story will end.

A security source said victims were taken for treatment outside the city because Beirut hospitals were overwhelmed with wounded. Ambulances from the north and south of the country and the Bekaa valley to the east were called in to help. A powerful blast in port warehouses near central Beirut storing highly explosive material killed 78 people, injured nearly 4,000, and sent seismic shockwaves that shattered windows, smashed masonry, and shook the ground across the Lebanese capital. Officials said they expected the death toll to rise further after Tuesday's blast as emergency workers dug through rubble to rescue people and remove the dead. It was the most powerful explosion in years in Beirut, which is already reeling from an economic crisis and a surge in coronavirus infections. President Michel Aoun said that 2,750 tonnes of ammonium nitrate, used in fertilizers and bombs, had been stored for six years at the port without safety measures, and said it was "unacceptable". He called for an emergency cabinet meeting on Wednesday and said a two-week state of emergency should be declared.

In the vibrant, chaotic city of Beirut, a place where the Mediterranean's waves collided with crumbling shores, a boy named Johny was born. His home was nestled deep in the heart of the city, surrounded by the echoes of honking cars, the smell of shawarma and freshly baked mankoushe from street vendors, and the perpetual buzz of life. Beirut, with its mix of old and new, of resilience and devastation, was a place where dreams were often born but rarely fulfilled. For Johny, those dreams seemed distant, stolen by circumstances no child should have to face. His life, like the city he loved, was one of survival and loss, and the battles he fought came far too early.

Students who choose Beirut for their higher education aren't just choosing a degree - they're choosing a city that's alive with energy, possibility, and inspiration.

Will you be the hummus to my pita bread? [In no way am I shaming my culture and I love it very much <3 And it's not just girl problems it's just all things relatable with being Lebanese/Arab of any kind <3]

Murad, a young man who left his small village and moved to Beirut, his beloved city, chasing his dreams. This story is based on Muhammed and Shereen's point of view, telling people about the story of Murad, about the way his dreams slipped away like water through his fingers. This is, above all, a love story, and like so many love stories, the love story of Murad and Mariya in Beirut is rooted in a dark shade. It started like a dream coming true... But will it end like a nightmare? And how far their love will go deep in Beirut?

Old writings That i decided to finally post