When I walk in our streets and parks, I love the sound and feeling of rain, wind, snow, and the animals that cross my path. The hypnotic sound of rain drops can soothe my most chaotic emotions, melting away worldly concepts of right or wrong. During summer months, there are usually fruits hanging from trees, available for picking. Sometimes there are pears, or apples, mulberries, or peaches. That’s how it was in my birth city, in Baghdad. Despite technology and other advancements, at heart we are still primitive humans in search of a strong connection with nature, with Mother Earth.

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