my life-looks like line drawn on painting panel that I'm trying to draw it by myself, this line "march" my hand draw what I'm seen sides it, in other words "The road of life" is full of conflicts, humanitarian, and forms and colors of multiple disputes over rights, between those who claim truth, the whole human beings on this earth should have their rights, and live freely in their homeland, I haven't lived this freedom before and I still lose it, I wasn't born in the cities that I supposed to be born in, I have been immigrated twice, once before I born, and again in my childhood, and so far I have not been to my homeland, all what I know regardless of philosophies and political theories is that I abandoned twice and so far I feel I did not live the human condition heat stable, conflict situations, politics and religions exhausted my days. I was introduced by force at the heart of the dispute even before the conscious life, in childhood we have be driven to demonstrations such as sheep's, in the adulthood also, and in the older stages, increasing confusion on freedom human nature, and if the religions and ideologies and revolutions down to the French Revolution, which calls for freedom, justice and equality among the people did not find solutions, for man to talk to live in peace with others, which invited me to that disbelieve in all man-made laws, and sometimes heavenly, since the displacement and I dream free to a free country, the freedom that I have is the only time of the completion of my painting, this time, I appreciate a lot because it gives me a free life and separated me from this world full of falseness, I feel in my move in front of painting same like musical maestro which orders the colors who played a beautiful melody.