In the small city of Tripoli, in this middle-eastern country of Lebanon, there lived Jamilah her husband Bilal and their three young children. It was the year 1975 and everything was promising in her life. She had gotten married five years ago to a wonderful man who, since day one, had been so loving and caring. He always made her feel so special and that she was the most important person in his life. In turn, she took extra care with the way she dressed up and always wore her make up because she wanted to look beautiful for this special man who has given nothing but happiness. Even the birth of their first, second and third child did not deter him away from her. In fact, having children together only brought them closer and proved him to be a loving father as well as a caring husband.

Jamilah thought that nothing could take away this happiness from her. This peaceful life was forever going to be engulfing them. Bilal will always be on her side caring and loving until death do them apart.

The Wicked Witch

The coming summer of 1975 only proved Jamilah to be very mistaken. She had put so much trust in this horrible world and so much hope for a never-ending happiness in their lives. For reasons that were unclear to anyone the Lebanese civil war broke out. It was Lebanese citizens killing each other not knowing really why. Was it a war for the mere difference in religion, where Christians and Muslims were shooting one another? But it could not have been!!! There were people of the same religion or region killing each other…. Whatever, it was Bilal wanted nothing to do with it. He kept to himself and to his young family and always said to Jamilah “It is an ugly war, we are destroying our country with our own hands and I want nothing to do with it”.

The Curse

Despite Bilal’s decision to stay away from this war the war decided to come too close to him and made him have a role in it. However, his role was not be a perpetrator but a victim. He became one of the hundreds of innocent civilians who just happened to be turning the wrong corner at the wrong time. A stray bullet struck Billal in the middle of his forehead and immediately transferred him from the world of the living to the world of the dead.