Where I’m from, rain floods the streets, drowning the homeless.

Where I’m from, mountains are whiter than white and colder than cold.

Where I’m from, trees drop cones on people they don’t like.

Where I’m from, Syrians are invading, taking our homes and jobs.

Where I’m from, Israel is at war, stealing our water.

Where I’m from, ghosts live in castle ruins, waiting for him.

Where I’m from, dragons are on the seafloor, sleeping.

Where I’m from, French is a language that many speak.

Where I’m from, not much believes in mystical and magic.

Where I’m from, the purest people die, go to heaven and come back, they were too pure.

Where I’m from, it’s Lebanon, high mountains, sea castles, dragons and ghosts, sharks and orcas.

It’s my home, the place I’m from.



“Where I’m From”
A prose piece by Ali Taher.
Published in 2016 by the Citrus Arts Collective. All rights reserved.