- published: 07 Oct 2015
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Abboud is an Arab surname, nickname to any Arabic name that starts with "Abdul" (e.g. Abdullah, Abdulrahman), and may refer to:
Actors: Tarak Ben Ammar (producer), Karin Dor (actress), Anne-Dominique Toussaint (producer), Romain Le Grand (producer), Véronique Lange (editor), Nadine Labaki (producer), Nadine Labaki (writer), Nadine Labaki (actress), Nadine Labaki (director), Thomas Bidegain (writer), Frederick Stafford (actor), Yannick Charles (miscellaneous crew), Abla Khoury (producer), Sam Nessim (writer), Khaled Mouzannar (composer),
Plot: Christians and Muslims lived peacefully together for years in this small Lebanese village, but animosities begin to build among the men as a result of slights and misunderstandings. The women of the village conspire to avert sectarian strife though a series of harebrained plans, none of which succeeds in slowing down the escalating spiral of violence. When tragedy strikes, the women find themselves driven to make a deeply personal sacrifice for the sake of peace.
Keywords: christian, christianity, hijab, imam, islam, lebanon, middle-east, muslim, priest, punctuation-in-titleGhost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head
Ghost of perdition
Stuck in her chest
A warning no one read
Tragic friendship
Called inside the fog
Pouring venom brew deceiving
Devil cracked the earthly shell
Foretold she was the one
Blew hope into the room and said:
"You have to live before you die young"
Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light
Road into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to its call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
And a faithful servant's free
In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everthing seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze
What you should take and what to give
Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hordes
Keeper of holy whores
To see a beloved son
In despair of what's to come
If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadow of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten mortals