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After a long 10 hours journey from Damascus between the barren sites and dunes and green patches of the demolished villages near the Syrian border, when the bus reached the border of Lebanon, I took a sigh of relief. The air smelled of olives, grains, and grief - all at the same time. My deep-rooted connection from this land is incomprehensible and also confusing, I am neither an Arab nor I have lived in this part of the world ever to be able to call my self a middle-eastern. I always call it a connection between souls. The soul of the land of Trans-Jordania, now Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, and Palestine and my soul, Inter-connected centuries ago. From the majestic gold dome and Persian inspired architecture of the shrine of Zaynubia which tells a story of courage, bravery, and valor of the lady buried there for many centuries to the tall columns of Ummayyad Mosque, where the walls tell a different story of occupation, grandeur, war, and violence - Damascus embraces you in a different way. Even though it has witnessed some most brutal events in history, Damascus also serves as solace for many broken hearts and spirituality seekers. On the other hand, Lebanon has a character of its own. As the bus crossed and entered into the Lebanese territory, an air infused with the sweet smell of red sand welcomed us. Everything was sun-kissed - the sand, the flowers, the lush green fields, even the skin tone of the people. We stopped near another shrine which was discovered in the 17th century. The grave is said to be of a 2-year-old girl, daughter of Imam Hussain. It is situated right beside the Ruins of Balbek, in the city of Balbek, south of Lebanon.