I am from Lebanon, from Beirut and SaidaI am from the ground underneath my home I am from the trees, the cedar tree I come from Tabouleh and brown eyes, from Karim...Kassar and KassemI come from happiness and culture From "Habibi" and "Hayete"I am from all religions I am from the room beneath the stars. Zeina Kassem
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I am from Lebanon, from Beirut and SaidaI am from the ground underneath my home I am from the trees, the cedar treeI come from Tabouleh and brown eyes, from Karim...Kassar and KassemI come from happiness and cultureFrom "Habibi" and "Hayete"I am from all religionsI am from the room beneath the stars. is a popular Lebanese folk song about home and family. It was composed by Elias Asloum in the 1940s. The song has been performed by many famous Arabic singers such as Sabah and Aziza.

The song’s popularity stems not only from its lyrical beauty but also its strong performance. The song is a rare example of a song that is not just sung but also danced to.

Source: Talal Kassem

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