In 1972, the late playwright and novelist Ira Levin wrote a novel about a city inhabited by women who were...
Community Voices
The resignation of Prime Minister Saad Hariri on Saturday, out of Saudi Arabia and aired exclusively on a Saudi TV,...
From policemen taking selfies in front of graffitis in Downtown Beirut to citizens protesting the pollution caused by the waste crisis by burning garbage, the relationship our country has with legality is paradoxical. In sectors as diverse as waste management, water and electricity provision, and, of course, public transportation, an...
Sophia is a name of a cyborg, an artificial intelligence creation with patented silicon skin which has been all over...
On the 21st of October , Beirut Today interviewed the charismatic and passionate Joslin Kehdy, the founder of Recycle Lebanon,...
It’s no secret that traffic in Beirut is a nightmare. With very little access to and a lack of innovation and efficiency in public transportation, the Lebanese have increasingly opted to rely on their private vehicles to get around, which led to high congestion and skyrocketing pollution rates. According to...
You crash And burn And rectify In attempt to find identity Individuality Humanity A home. You crash And...
Walking in a cold frightening floor of a hospital, you see a little innocent baby whose limbs are missing. Birth...
Our foreign minister, our official representative to the world, demonstrated that racism has now become part of our national identity—Can anyone really blame him? Populist policies have been continuously aiming at making Syrian refugees illegal residents, imposing illegal curfews on them, closing down their businesses, and releasing fake news...
A few weeks ago I had a dream of Marx. I often have vivid dreams, especially if I had...
More than 400 specialists from various sectors and regions across Lebanon gathered on October 10 to share their 2030 vision...
Not so long ago, I was sitting at a coffee shop having my cup of Mocha Latte while having a heated debate with my mother about when I would be home for lunch: “Payts ku siradz djashet eri, soubereg eri” (“But I made your favorite, “sourbereg”). My voice was loud...