‘The American Dream’: The first-hand accounts of what life was like for the Lebanese in the United States

The first time I visited Lebanon, I was 14.

It was the year of the American occupation, and I was one of the lucky ones.

The occupation meant I couldn’t leave my house, or go anywhere, except to school.

My father took me to visit my grandmother in Lebanon.

I remember thinking that we were not alone.

We were surrounded by other refugees, but we were also welcomed with open arms.

The Lebanese, in my view, were just like the rest of the world.

The only difference was that the Lebanese were not afraid of the Americans, and their country was not occupied.

It didn’t matter to them whether I had a degree in a foreign field or not.

They knew who I was and where I lived.

They also knew that we had a right to go to America and live in the USA, even if we didn’t like it.

It seemed as if we had become a part of the Western world.

That, I think, is what the American Dream is all about.

For Lebanese refugees, the American dream is a dream of freedom and a chance to achieve a life in America.

They see America as a paradise for them and a place where they can become normal citizens.

The dream of American life is something that they cherish and dream of.

They are very grateful for the American people, they are very proud of their country, and they love their country.

The United States is a land of opportunity, they say, and of opportunity for everyone.

But Lebanese refugees know that the American freedom that they so desperately seek is not possible to attain in America, where they live in constant fear and oppression.

For example, they remember the American military occupying their country and sending their people to fight for the occupying army.

The Americans did this for two reasons: one, they wanted to see the Lebanese army defeated; two, they were worried about the rise of Al Qaeda and the Islamic State in Lebanon, which was trying to spread its influence across the region.

So they decided to invade the country.

What they didn’t know was that they would soon be fighting against the same enemy that they had been fighting for so long.

They were fighting the same people that they wanted eliminated: the Americans.

I was born in Beirut, and that’s where I was raised.

At the age of 12, I started my first job: teaching English in Beirut.

At 15, I finished my studies.

At 17, I joined a Lebanese company, and at 19, I married a Lebanese woman.

Today, I am a doctor.

As I grow older, I can’t help but remember my childhood, and where we were, and the experiences that we shared.

It’s important to remember that Lebanon is a small country.

We have only about 2,000 people in total, and most of them live in refugee camps.

I can tell you that when I was a child, I never knew what to do, and now that I am older, that I do know how to do something that was a very important lesson to me.

Today I am very happy and proud to be Lebanese.

I am proud to speak Lebanese.

Today’s world, and today’s Lebanese, are all different, and each of us can speak his or her language, to express our differences, to find common ground, and to understand that the world is full of different cultures and religions.

I think that our country has reached a point where we are all on the same page.

We are all brothers and sisters.

There is no one more Lebanese than I am.

I’m proud to call myself Lebanese.

And I want to say to you all, Lebanon is where you can find your future, your freedom, and your home.

You will find that it is in the American country, in America where you will find your friends and your family.