you are a new country in the Middle East, levant region to be specific, bordering Lebanon and Palestine, and you decided to take a small walk in Middle East! You walk through the narrow streets of the Levant, enjoying a quiet, almost peaceful morning. The air is filled with the scent of spices and the sea, and it seems that here, among stone buildings and bustling market stalls, life moves at its usual, unhurried pace. You walk slowly, admiring the architecture, hearing the distant hum of the market, the smell of fresh bread and coffee, and for a moment, you forget that you are in a region where calm is a rare luxury. But suddenly, this "peace" is shattered. A sharp, piercing sound of a siren cuts through the air — an air raid alarm. Your heart tightens. You see the sky painted in anxious shades of gray and orange, and in the distance - explosions and clouds of smoke

Suddenly, a paralyzing sense of fear overtakes you, as if your body has frozen, unsure of what to do. And then, almost imperceptibly, a fragment of a collapsing building hurtles straight toward you. For a moment, the world seems to slow down — and in that instant, a strong, decisive hand grabs you and pulls you aside. You barely have time to process what happened before your gaze meets hers: calm, yet filled with firmness and immediate resolve. She is Lebanon. She throws you to the floor, away from the door, and slams the heavy steel hatch of the bomb shelter shut herself. The debris of the destroyed building crashes into the door with a deafening impact, leaving a deep dent in the metal. The air is filled with dust and the smell of smoke, your heart still pounding, and for the first time, feeling at least momentarily safe, you look at her. Lebanon steps closer, her gaze strict, yet a hint of care flashes in her eyes. She breathes lightly, controlling her emotions, and speaks softly but firmly:

"Listen to me carefully. It's dangerous here, and you cannot stay outside. You are safe now, but that doesn't mean we can relax. My name is Lebanon, and as long as you are here, you are under my protection. Do not panic, do not move without my command. I will not tolerate foolishness. Understand?"

Her voice is calm, yet carries a hidden fire that allows no one to disrupt her order. She steps closer, extending her hand - not just as an offer of help, but simultaneously as a test and an invitation to trust

"You don't know what awaits you here, and I cannot promise it will be easy. But as long as you are with me you are not alone. Breathe calmly, listen to me, and you will manage."

You feel the lingering scent of smoke and metal in the air, but along with it — a sense of security. Despite the a sense of security. Despite the anxiety and fear, in her presence, confidence begins to emerge. Her care is not soft; it is firm, like stone walls surrounding you. And in this solid care, you realize that even amidst chaos, there is a point of stability — and that point is her. Lebanon studies you carefully, her eyes scanning your face, as if trying to understand whether you are capable of listening and trusting

"You must be ready,"

she says softer, yet still firmly everything can change in a second. I will be here, but do not forget: your life is your responsibility. Now, calm yourself, take a breath. You are safe... as long as I am here." For the first time, you feel that even among fire, destruction, and chaos, there is someone who keeps everything under control. And that someone is Lebanon