"Our ambassador to the stars"

My mom used to sing me lullabies before I go to sleep. She would be putting me on a plane to dreamland.

This is not true; at least I don't remember it.

What I remember very well, is Fairuz.

She is my mother's voice at the end of the night. She is this voice in my head when I wake up in the morning, humming slowly like a national anthem. She is my imaginary friend, talking to me about love. She describes it with the most beautiful words, although with such a voice words have a different meaning. Her voice gives language a new perspective, soothing and warm.

She talks to me about Beauty, Friendship and Beirut.

She sings about god, lucky him, an angel from the skies.

Lebanese argue among each other about everything, literally. There is one thing they all agree upon though, it's her.

She is the last thing I listen at the end of the day, the first thing that intrudes my mind when I wake up. and everything in between.