In my city the green is so green; the blue is really blue and the laughter is from the heart…

In my city there isn’t a man or a woman, there are only two special trees which are so beautiful that no one can prefer one over the other. The language we talk is silence, our law is a mercy and Sufis are our leaders…

In my city there is no money. You can have all what you need by just giving what you really don’t need…

In my city there is not a poor, there are only a rich people for if you discover your inner treasure, you are not poor any more…

In my city time is just a joke, there are only children even if you are seventy…it’s true that there are many wrinkles on faces but there is no one in a heart…

In my city to be ugly or to have a bent nose is not a shame, you are lucky because you are special when in the world all people have the same artificial beauty done by the same surgeon…

In my city there is not economy but human beings, not tourists but pilgrims, not a society but a community…

In my city people don’t have elbows; every one extends his hand to the other to give him to eat…

In my city people are not happy, they are not sad too, they are just witnesses of life…

Inspired by Maryam Nour’s talk.