Yeah really – who the Hell is this being? This being has been tagged with two names: an American name and a Lebanese name, sounds like a homeless being to me travelling the world in a little empty suitcase. Or someone who’s trying to uplift his roots, in order to spread his wings. Or could it be some entity that has been thrown all around earth to long for its home, just like an Alien? Yes, I do feel like a stranger to life on earth, as the child within me cannot conceive of conflict, chaos, religious divisions, secured border maps of countries, separation of nations, the hierarchy order of passports, discriminations (How Interesting It Is That The words “Nations” & “Mini-Nations” Exist In This Ugly Phrase!) and worst of all: human clinging to things they can never take with them, for no one has ever opened their inner eyes to the fact that their visit here is temporary, as they come in the form of naked little innocent children and farewell in the form of naked fragile little innocent old men. So why do we forget such birth-right innocence between our visits and farewells in this very short journey?