“I am fine and of course I am lying remember I am Lebanese or nod ask how everyone I know is doing don’t you see that far away country my mother bursts into tears the front door resilient smoke dust the rubble has become blanket and bed warm like mine the fire is blazing the flag burnt flesh on a phone screen the demolition of war what is the definition fleeing their homes they are dying they are not crying out for help lend a hand hold a heart for being arab I am not brave” WarDeathPoetryPoemDestructionLebanonRuinLebanese Author:Maha Hashwi