Tamara lived with her parents and 5 brothers and sisters in a two-bedroom broken down apartment in one of Beirut’s not-too-glamorous neighborhoods. She never gave much importance to school and ended up dropping out of her last year. She got a full-time job at a local clothing store called “Silka” close to home and felt content with the 650,000LL she made a month. Every day she would quarrel with her father and brothers before she stepped out of the house. She insisted on wearing her skimpy flashy outfits .Her parents always knew that would bring her the “wrong” kind of attention.
It surely did. She fell in love with Rani who she met in the store one day. For a month after work he’d pick her up in his Black Range Rover work and they’d drive down to his place where they’d spend the rest of the night.
After a couple of months, Tamara began experiencing symptoms and found out she was pregnant. She was devastated. Two months along she knew her secret would soon be out. She confronted Rani and asked him to marry her. He refused. He said he would help her pay for an abortion but that would be as far as their relationship would go. Although she was against the procedure she knew she had no choice but to go through with it. Rani took her to some shady doctor in an area she’s never been to before and the job was done.
The next week Tamara fainted at work. Her temperature had skyrocketed when her supervisor found her and rushed her to the hospital. Turns out she had caught a nasty infection following the “procedure.” Nurses whispered about her as they tended to her. She could see the judgment in everyone’s eyes as they discussed her “case.” Her parents were informed but no one showed up, not even her mother. She was told she was no longer welcome at home. When she tried to call Rani, his phone was no longer in use.
Tamara checked out of the hospital with a 225,000LL pending bill and nowhere to go to. She walked and walked until a car stopped on the side of the road. A man offered her money and some food if she would get in the car. She was too exhausted to resist.
Tamara now walks the streets for a living. Life had not given her many options and even if it had, she wasn’t prepared enough to recognize them.
Mariam says
That’s sad. But its also apparently a Lebanese reality that Lebanese dramas portray for us.. i.e. Madame Carmen. I think there are different kinds of “street walking,” but when its not your choice and you do it because you have no more options to survive- that sucks because in a way you don’t want that life and might never get out.
Yara Melki says
Why did she become a hooker? That is no excuse
G.K says
I see what Ivy is trying to say,sure not all the ones on the street are doing it for fun still though many are there purely for the easy $$$$
joseph says
Is this a true story? Why not just go back to the clothing store job?
Erick says
And how would you pay for a roof over yor head and feed yourself at the same time for for 430$
Mr. X says
what is this some kind of lebanese fairy tale? this would work as a soap opera… puhlease u dont expect us to beleive this BS?!
Erick says
Every one of these street walkers has her “soap opera” story and it’s not that they like to have sex with you that the chose the streets.
Najla says
Dear Mr. “Puhlease”,
First, can you be more heavy than this?
Second, Ivy isnt waiting for you to believe her or not. Read, you dont like, move on, and keep your silly comments to yourself.
Ivy, its a sad story, After all, im sure no one has it as hobby.
what are your hobbies? “reading, swimming, ohhh and yes i almost forgot: walking the streets”!
Mr. X says
Najla, ur name is heavy actually.
Najla says
Well at least im proud of it, Mr. X 😉
Cee says
Touché !
annie says
Hmmm,that’s the consequence of poverty and gossip in Lebanon
Elise says
Mr. X,
consider yourself lucky and blessed that you do not even believe that such a story might happen in Lebanon, because Sir let me tell you our country is filled with unfortunate tails that stay in the shadow because of the social taboos. Najla well said. Ivy as the old Lebanese proverb goes : Our hearts are sour enough from lemons (2alebna men el 7amod lewi). This is why illiteracy is a vice.
Sleepless in Beirut says
Technical question to all: are there genuine street walkers in Lebanon? The ones I have seen generally fiddle with their phones on the side of highways. They’re not waiting for the bus, the next girl is 100m further down the road and so on.