Mima was born in Malatia, in 1923, maybe
1925. She doesn’t remember when exactly. She was just a little girl when her
mother ran away with her to Lebanon, escaping post-genocide trauma, persecution
and fear.
Mima lived all her life in Beirut; she went
to school there, grew up, got married to my grandfather and had three children.
I used to spend a lot of time in her house where I ate delicious food, did
whatever pleased me, listened to her songs and with my little bother teased her
and made her run after us refusing to get cleaned up and go to bed early.
