In a country that was torn by divisions, where sections have become walls separating hearts, George Khabbaz looks like a guardian of the dream that we almost lose. It is not just an artist, but rather a voice that reformulates the meaning of the homeland, which makes us see it not like a geographical space or empty slogans, but rather as an emotional state that we build together, a stone over a stone, from love and coexistence.
On the stage, a baker stands to carry a mirror in his hand, not only reflecting our faces, but our souls. In every word he says, the echoes of the sincere passion hesitate, as if to ask: Who are we without each other? Is it sufficient to be a Christian or Muslim, Sunni or Shiite, to make a home? Or is the homeland born when we take off these masks, and we know each other as a human being?
In one of its deep scenes, he says: The homeland is not a cat on paper, the homeland is when you are afraid of your neighbor, you may not be afraid of your brother, and when you open your door to me, without anything you ask Shu Dino. This phrase carries the strength of the graphic image; A baker makes us see the homeland as one house, whenever its walls collapsed, everyone fell, and whenever they feed each other, the roofs rise to the sky.
At another moment of the theater, the baker embodies the idea of coexistence through a simple comparison, but it is eloquent: like what wheat and olives are not asking about the soil religion, we do not have to ask the sect, because we They are all from the same land, and we will all return to it.
Here a person turns into a part of nature, and nature into a symbol of loneliness, without division.
George Khabbaz does not give lessons, and does not preach from a high tower. He stands among people, tells their stories, laughs at their laughter, and cries with them. He says in one of his phrases that mix humor and bitterness: We laughed our weapon, not because we are not from others, but because laughing breaks hatred, and returns the heart beating humanity. It makes us wonder: How can a smile be a beginning, and the word is a wall that protects
