To the Moon in Saudi Arabia:
No comment.
 
To the Moon in Lebanon:
I miss the Imam’s voice on a Friday and the church bells on a Sunday.
 
To the Moon in Paris:
I miss looking at you from the window of my sister’s tiny apartment; take care of her.
 
To the Moon in America:
Grant me the American dream of a 9-5 job and Sunday family brunches.
 
To the Moon I don’t belong to:
Stop texting me.
 
To the Moon I want to belong to:
Text me back.
 
To all the Moons I’ve met:
I woe at your multiple faces that I can no longer visit.
 
To the future Moons I will come across:
Do you think you’re ready for me?