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Displacement bags: When pain guards your sleep

Maya Yaghi, who hails from southern Lebanon's Zawtar Sharqieh, reflects on her personal experience of war and displacement through the poignant symbol of a suitcase. This essay was originally published on the Arabic-language platform Manateq on May 26, 2026, and later translated into English by L'Orient Today.

Displacement bags: When pain guards your sleep

People forcibly displaced by Israel's war on Lebanon sleep outdoors along the Beirut waterfront on March 6, 2026. (Credit: Toufic Rmeiti/Middle East Images/AFP)

Maya Yaghi is a freelance journalist. They extended the cease-fire for 45 days, “And nothing pleases me,” as Mahmoud Darwish once said. I say it too: nothing pleases me, not the radio, nor the morning papers, nor the castles on the hills, I only want to cry.The anxious driver says: We are nearing our final stop, get ready to step off…But they shout: We’re headed past this stop, so keep driving!But I just want to get off it here. Like them, nothing pleases me, but I am simply too tired to keep traveling. War thumbnails A sea view mauled by relentless strikes in Sour: What cease-fire? Bags of flight, bags of farewellI am tired of suitcases, or rather, displacement bags. I honestly don't know what to call them anymore. They used to mean airports and summer trips, the gateway to distant horizons and rest. But with the war, their...
Maya Yaghi is a freelance journalist. They extended the cease-fire for 45 days, “And nothing pleases me,” as Mahmoud Darwish once said. I say it too: nothing pleases me, not the radio, nor the morning papers, nor the castles on the hills, I only want to cry.The anxious driver says: We are nearing our final stop, get ready to step off…But they shout: We’re headed past this stop, so keep driving!But I just want to get off it here. Like them, nothing pleases me, but I am simply too tired to keep traveling. War thumbnails A sea view mauled by relentless strikes in Sour: What cease-fire? Bags of flight, bags of farewellI am tired of suitcases, or rather, displacement bags. I honestly don't know what to call them anymore. They used to mean airports and summer trips, the gateway to distant horizons and rest. But with the war,...