The abusive Kafala system on the soil of Lebanon, trapped the innocent Chehab family, exposing their family to the risks of enslavement. As Anas says, ‘I am not born to do this slavery that they have compelled me to. The family that reduced us to dust, must remember that someday, that dust will get in their eyes.’ How can they remain so unaffected by the poverty that causes someone else to starve? Years come and leave, and the Chehab family wonders if they will ever be able to strike out against the generation of oppression. If ever a day comes when rightfulness prevails, it will be when justice conquers the abuse of the kafala system and that will be the end of modern-day slavery. When that day comes, Lebanon will sing the song of Cedars.

Many that grovel on the dust deserve to walk with dignity and pride and many that walk with pride deserve to grovel in guilt and shame. That pang of regret within the escaped should build such a fire, that they are burned alive inside. One such family was the Ahmed family which was the ‘kafeel’ sponsoring migrant workers from the grounds of Anatolia, Turkey with the gleam of false hopes and promises. The power-hungry Ahmed too easily escaped, and not once were they bitten by guilt and regret. The appetite they had for gripping the neediest of needy, had sent the innocent Chehab family reeling over the shock, one after another. Something treacherous and menacing was simmering in the heads of the Ahmed family for traitorous were they in their characters.
Oppression is an ugly thing but the ugliest of all is the sick desire to be an oppressor behind the false façade of protector. As it was never an honest purpose, but rather a desire to be triumphant in the realization of selfish needs. The Chehab family thus became human instruments for generations and generations to help in the ascendancy of the elite family in Lebanon. Justice was compromised and humans became commodities. But who paid the ultimate offering to pull the family from slavery to salvation? Was it worth paying that price? Did fairness and justice have the final say?
Somewhere along the way, comes an interfaith love story that has its roots in Lebanon. It sheds light on the ways an earthly loss can be finally brought to a union with God. Thus it turns to a heavenly union, for a lover is no longer plunged in bitter tears but rather in a mystical union with God. It then becomes a love story that seeks refuge in countless verses and lyrics for though those times have lost their youthful spring as desiccated leaves, fallen on the grounds, still they sprinkle the finest fragrance around, in which the earth is filled. The sea may swell with the madness of melancholy flowing from unfulfilled dreams, but the love that transcends all the divides and weeps no more on the grounds of Lebanon. Rather it dances like a drunken soul, dancing on the streets as wild is ecstasy.