Homeland لبنان picture me in my natural habitat thriving. ID: Hugging my grandfather’s olive trees, extending an olive branch to the american haters My grandmother’s plum harvest from her garden In the mountains, a circle mirror appears and we appeared in it, in the car smiling, on top of Jeita A forbidden picture although the guide allowed me to take it, in the 6 million year old grotto on pristine water, the stalagmites tell us that each one centimeters took 100 years to form Collis Browne driving in the sunset with a yellow and white plumeria on their ear, sunset sunset beach Sunset through Lebanese sculpture of a steel circle made of steel rectangles by the architect Basbous A plastic table in the Mediterranean sea with plates food and four plastic chairs having their feet kissed in the water Rocks in the water Children placing similar chairs in the cold river coming out of Ishtar’s sacred mountain and playing with a plastic cover, sliding in the pristine water falls A row of white and yellow plumeria placed on a wooden table one morning by my children under the plumeria tree My two children hugging my grandmother Béra in her home with red roof tiles surrounded by sacred gardens Eyes closed in the heart and held by elders and ancestors Sun kissed Peaceful (a poem for ID)