Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

... we die, just as we were born, at the edge of a road not of our choosing.

Isn't it a characteristic of the age we live in that it has made everyone in a way a migrant and a member of a minority?

Nothing is born of nothing, least of all knowledge, modernity, or enlightened thought; progress is made in tiny surges, in successive laps, like an endless relay race. But there are links without which nothing would be passed on, and for that reason, they deserve the gratitude of all who benefited from them.

I am the son of the road , my country is a caravan and my life is the most unexpected of voyages. i belong to earth and to the god and it is to them that I will one day soon return

All pleasures must be paid for, do not despise those that state their price.

During my youth, the idea of moving from Lebanon was unthinkable. Then I began to realise I might have to go, like my grandfather, uncles and others who left for America, Egypt, Australia, Cuba.