I will stop loving you if you do not stop smoking! No, I already hate you…. I hate your smell and I hate your foggy look, what happened to you? Why the negligence? Look at the huge cloud of smoke over you!
After all what we had? You have become careless. I loved your smell before, I loved the green bracelet you had around you and I adored the line of tears that used to go through you, where have they gone? No more Jasmine, no more Ghouta and no more Barada…..
You were never abandoned! I never have! But I will…..
I cannot love you anymore, I cannot face the people who made you become as you are nowadays, remember how much troubles loving you has put me through? I was named betrayer just because I said they are not bringing you up the way they should, I was named so many names, I was called infidel of traditions and society by the elderly when I said that we need to get you a new modern dress and keep your old one clean and saved!
I can say it out and lout, I loved you for your beauty, I loved you for your look and I loved you for your dignified past….. But look at yourself now, you are becoming ugly and you are losing your heritage and wealth! I cannot recognize you anymore, you are stranger to me, and thus, I cannot love you!
Look at you!....look at these random buildings that house me and all my beloved ones, look at those small streets and alleys that once had the footsteps of great people and maybe still do, look at these mosques and churches, they were the places that held our voices asking for forgiveness, happiness and prosperity, look at yourself!...........Oh, Damascus, I think I lied, I can never hate you... You will always be my sweetheart no matter how you look and smell cuz to me, you are always my sweet home, Damascus!