Mo Abd-Ulla

I plant a tree. I plant a mountain. I plant a river. I plant a rain. I plant a sun. I plant a homeland / he forgets / the number of golden figs on a house’s roof / eight drawings with sentences above / marked on an iron fence / in a street of Aley / but, it is in continuous evolution transforming its identity, its conceptions, / its cultures and its institutions according to new circumstances and situations.