I love the sky of my city and I love its land. I hope that some people will not be surprised by how much I talk about my country, how not? For years I have been watching the sight of the sky of my city, which is filled with clouds, and in every season its clouds appear in wonderful shapes, as they invite me silently lovers to capture scenes like the average person did not see, which always carries me in hours The first dawn on the roofs of some houses, or I walk as I contemplate those divine paintings that fascinate me, and I would like to utter poetry for its beauty, but poetry has its poets, so I carry the camera and record the eyes of the beholder with these wonderful pictures. That is why my love for the sky of my city and my love for my land and my country and both stem from my love for my mother, who taught me the love of the homeland in all its spectrums with its sky, land, river and watermarks, and the people of my country. My mother encouraged me to the art of photography that shows pure and sincere love for the land, mother and all members of the society that we are a part of. A city of love and peace.
