Mentioned in my diary, long ago

My home land!
I still remember you
and your pastures
full with Laurel trees
your gardens
which smell the scent of jasmine
and your palaces and towers

I still remember, when I was young,
my memories with Barada river
that old river
where I lost my shoes
swallowed by its water stream.
the times I swam and riddled, uncountable
From its sweetness I drank.

There, I've learnt so simple basics:
To live simply
To love generously
To care deeply
To speak kindly
To leave the rest with Allah
May he save me and them