I hate my country I hate my country for making it hard to stay For making me leave and so hard to leave I hate it, because of the liars The believers The people who make it hard to leave Those who make it even hard to stay And those who will never help you go I hate it because of the sad history The bad present The scary future The half an hour The daily two hours The screams The scary nights The crazy nights The unconditional love I hate it because of the exaggerated dreams The awful reality The unrealism The lies we believe I hate it because of the people I hate it because of the people who are trying The people who are trying too hard And those who don't bother The ones who care And those who don't I hate it because of the people who fight for it And those who fight back I hate my country for being mine I hate it because it's not for others And because it is for others too It's not for us I hate my country because it's the worst of them all Because it's my country I hate it I hate my country be…
There's something about the beach that I cannot explain, It's mystery itself.
The last time I visited Batroun , home of one of my favorite beaches in Lebanon, I decided that this time i'm not just gonna take some random photos to remember the day, or to post it on my Instagram .
I wanted to capture the motion, life, silence, people, boats and above all the sea.
The weather was amazing, and I decided to go to the old port because I rarely go there and i just felt like it's the perfect place to capture what I wanted.
Batroun is considered one of the oldest cities in the world, the city was founded by the Phoenicians (Ha' they're not Arabs), the city was called Petrounion to be later changed after the Muslim conquests of the region to an Arabic form known as Batroun.
Now, 3 months later, I finally had the time to write this post and upload the video, I'm happy to share it with you hopefully it will mean something to everyone who loves Batroun, and perhaps enc…