Inhale… Exhale…
Take a deep breath, for you are here, in a city unlike any other, among steadfast columns, among stones that have never bowed despite the storms—stones that have borne the marks of time and witnessed wars and aggression, yet remained towering, just as its people have.
Breathe in, for you are in Baalbek, the fortress of resilience and tourism.
With every breath you take here, there is a story of defiance embedded in the place, and every stone tells a tale from the past. It is not a mere saying when we claim that stones have memory, for civilizations have intertwined with its towering columns, narrating epic stories from a grand past.
Here, the grandest artistic festivals have taken place. Here, Fairuz once sang for Baalbek. Here, the most renowned artists and composers stood, singing to the proud columns.
These are not just columns; this is history, signed by civilizations.
Close your eyes for a moment and let the columns tell you their story. You will hear the echoes of priests’ laughter as they raise their offerings to the gods in the Temple of Bacchus. You will hear the clashing of conquerors’ swords. You will feel the tremors of time as it passes through you. Even the cracks in its columns narrate an unending tale of resilience, and even its wounds appear as medals of honor.
Take another breath, feel the echoes of words reverberating through the walls—words of pride and strength. For here, the stones breathe with you, pulse with you, and remind you that you stand in the presence of immortality.
