For years it has been uprooted, we knew but only some acted. On February the 14th, 2005 Rafik Hariri died to plunge a root into Lebanese earth.

The root spread to every Lebanese around the world and a spark of patriotic passion was revived within us. The long lost dream came back to our hearts as we all picked up the hammer that fell from a builder's hands. We held our breath and reunited waiting to see if that root will hold the cedar in place.

The root held strong for two weeks but three hundred days later it struggled to hold on.

On December 12, 2005 Gibran Twaini died to plunge a second root to help keep the cedar in place.

The root spread to every Lebanese around the world making us notice that we all thirst for the freedom of our country. We pleaded to speak out as we all picked up the pen that fell from a writer's hands. We held our breath and reunited waiting to see if the two roots will hold the cedar in place.

It is holding strong for now, but we need to wake up and notice that our cedar is old. This cedar represents our country, its roots have held Lebanese earth together, it has endured as its land has been scared by wars and ignored by its people.

The future of our cedar, our land is in our hands, our hearts.

I remember a seven year old girl was trying to wrap her hands around a cedar's bark but failed alone. She hoped that others would hold her hands to help hug the cedar but no one was in sight. She is still holding on to that bark like a dream that holds on to Lebanon. She is wondering where everyone is that has the same dream for Lebanon she has.

By guest writer Sammah.