Ayadina is a non-profit voluntary organization dedicated to community development for the destitute of all religions, ethnic backgrounds, and national origin in the Sin El Fil/Nab’aa area (one of the city’s most impoverished areas) of Beirut, Lebanon. Ayadina’s vision is to ensure Dignity for the Elderly, and to provide Scope for the Young. It focuses on serving the physical and psycho-social needs of two underprivileged populations in the Sin El Fil/Nab’aa area:
The Young: Youth groups ages 6 through 16
The Elderly: Elderly groups 65 years of age or above
Ayadina is recognized and licensed by the Lebanese government per notification number 88/ad dated 15/9/2004. The organization was founded in 1999 by 10 accomplished women who are extensively involved in academia both at the secondary school and university levels in Beirut, Lebanon. Since its inception, Ayadina has grown to an active membership of 40.
Ayadina programs are executed in co-operation with private educational institutions (e.g. Volunteers from the staff and student bodies of the American University of Beirut, the International College, and the American Community School), non-profit and governmental organizations as well as private and public medical establishments.
Ayadina works toward mission fulfillment through various programs that are proactive, stimulating and geared towards empowerment and self reliance for the target populations served.
“When I was alive and had a human heart”, answered the statue, “I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter.
In the daytime, I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.” Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince
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