Al-Hijaz railway
PS. Some of these photos are taken 2 years ago. Unfortunatly, you can not find them now.
To hear this song and many other songs of him Click here.I yearn for my mother's breadand my mother's coffeeand my mother's touchand childhood grows within meday upon breast of day,and I love my lifebecause if I died
I'd be ashamed of my mother's tears...
Aaaaah of my mother's tears.
As a veil for your eye brows
and cover my bones with grass
that has been baptized in the
purity of your heelAnd tie me to youwith a lock of hairwith a thread that trailsin the train of your dress.May be I'd become a god,a god I'd becomeif I touched the depths of your heartMother... mother.. Mother...Put me, if I didn't return,as firewood in your stove,as a clothesline on your rooftop,for I have lost resolvewithout your prayer, your daily prayer.Aaaaaaah.... Aaaaaah...I have grown oldso bring me back the stars of childhood,that I may share with the young birdsthe road of returnto the nest of your waiting.Mother... Mother... Mother...
My house says to me, "Do not leave me, for here dwells your past."
And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future."
And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death will change all things."
"Sand and Foam" by Gibran Khalil Gibran