To all the Lebanese all over the globe;

To all those who have burdened their dilemmas and rode risks to search for a home that would protect their dreams after they had given up hope in changing the realty of their home country, the place where they and their fathers and ancestors were born and raised, and those who are dreaming of visiting it again;

To the Lebanese emigrants, expatriates or those who were forced to emigrate;

I would not be telling a secret should I whisper to you that I feel a potential force that urges me to follow you without even looking back at the miseries of our homeland and its citizens.

To the misery of the Lebanese soil which used to be green,

To the Lebanese mountains which used to be over peering,

To the Lebanese shores which used to be dreamful,

To my kinds, roots and friends.

And I find that should I decide to leave, I would lose a part of my freedom and dreams since a part of my happiness is due to the happiness of whom I love.

And a part of my dreams comes true along with the dreams of many Lebanese who fantasize cedar forests, mountain pines, streets of the cities, which are connected with railways that make the life easier, fresh water that would quench the thirst of innocent children, fresh air that would embrace our shores and mountains that are zealous to meet their recurring beloved ones and a minaret which embraces a church bell.

Should I remain as I am?
Or should we stay as we are?
Or shall our country be the homeland of its, residents, absentees and dreamers?