Je la connais si bien et je connais le contenu de sa garde-robe par cœur. Je sais aussi quelle robe lui irait aujourd'hui et ce qu'elle peut encore supporter comme accessoires. Par ailleurs, Sabah est une star, et une star doit conserver une belle image d'elle-même aux yeux de tous. Et il est de notre devoir de faire en sorte que cette image ne soit pas ternie. Je ne sais pas pourquoi il y a des gens qui s'obstinent à la détruire. C'est de la méchanceté gratuite. Ce sont sûrement des ennemis de la lumière, des gens qui n'ont pas pu s'accomplir, des artistes déchus. C'est la femme qui a le plus vécu sa vie au Moyen-Orient, tout en restant honnête et authentique. Ils lui veulent une fin triste et malheureuse, ils espèrent la voir punie. Mais Sabah aura une fin heureuse, elle le mérite. En 90 ans, elle n'a fait que le bien. Si elle n'avait pas été aussi généreuse, elle aurait été aujourd'hui richissime.

I know her so well; I know the contents of her wardrobe by heart. I know how to dress her even today and know which accessories she can still pull off. Beyond that, Sabah is a star and a star must maintain her image to the world. It is our duty to ensure that this image does not become tarnished. I don’t know why so many people seek to destroy this image. This is mean-spiritedness for the sake of being mean. Those who seek to destroy Sabah are enemies of the light, people without accomplishments, failed artists. Sabah is a woman who has lived her life in the Middle East, honestly and authentically. They want her end to be sad and unfortunate: they want to punish her at her end. Sabah will have the happy ending she deserves. All she has ever done is good. If she had not been so generous, she would be a very wealthy woman indeed.

- Bassem Feghali on Sabah.

So many people want to make a joke of Sabah as if she has not lived and loved with only purity in her heart. They count down the days until her death, they mock her many marriages (which she only had because she did not want to sleep with anyone to whom she was not married) and they treat her as a joke instead of as the living legend that she is. Bassem could not have said it better. I am in LOVE with the portraits that he and Emile Zeenny put together of her. She looks regal and saintly and at peace, which is all that she is and all that she deserves. I love you, Sabouha.

First Lesson...Arrow prompt

Prompt: From @sabahuniverse 

A fic where Oliver teaches John Diggle Jr. archery with Felicity and John watching from afar. 

First Lesson

“I can’t do this, it’s too hard!” the younger Diggle whined as he threw the small bow to the lawn. 

Oliver shook his head slowly, bending down to pick up the gift he’d given him not even three hours ago. “John it take time and lots of practice.” He stated kindly as his nephew practically fell to the ground with a slight thud. 

“I told dad this was a bad idea,” he slowly grunted. 

Oliver sighed. “Why is that?” he asked softly as he came to sit beside him. He placed a comforting hand on his back and waited as he mulled over his next few words. John was so much like his namesake with his quiet demeanor and thoughtful presence. It made Oliver laugh when they were side by side. Digg would thoughtfully stroke his chin and his son would follow. They were mirror images of the other. He moved and so did his son. He laughed with his head thrown back and Johnny would do the same. Lyla said they were two of a kind always in tandem and never apart. 

Oliver’s own mulling was broken when the mini John finally spoke. “What if I never hit the target like you do Uncle Oliver? What if I never figure it out?” His voice faded slightly when he then asked, “What if dad’s no longer proud of me?” Oliver’s head fell as John pulled at the freshly mowed lawn. 

“Come on get up and take the bow.” His voice was stern but focused. His goal was simple. 

John looked over with fear. “No Uncle Oliver I can’t do it, I’ll just fail again,” he said as he echoed his previous words. 

Oliver grasped his shoulder and gave his a slight squeeze. “The first time I tried to use a bow I failed, and then the second time was no better. It took quite a few attempts until I was able to hit anything much less the target.” 

John looked up and smiled. “Really! But, but you’re so good now!” he exclaimed which made Oliver’s heart melt. 

“Yeah buddy I was horrible but with…” he let his voice drop, his eyebrows raised as he waited for John to answer. 

“Practice. But with practice you became great,” he finished as he moved to stand. 

Oliver grinned with pride, “Yes so are you ready to try again?” He asked in earnest as John once more touched the edge of the small bow. 

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