—My Home Is Only In Palestine—
I am scared,” she mourned.
The other villages are destroyed.
Farmers left from the pain they felt.
Cows, chicks, sheep and pets escaped.
Homes, tents and barns filled with bullets holes… and dust.
My love, lets leave…!
Leaving to where?” He nodded.
To a place we don’t belong to?
To a city we have no IDs for?
To a country we won’t be recognized in?
Leaving to be refugees?
Leaving to new homes to be homeless?
Leaving to be unknown?
I am not going to live in camps.
But… everyone left, she cried.
I hear no people but the gunfire.
I see soldiers with unknown languages.
I feel nothing but fear and sorrow.
I smell the death coming to us!
I am scared…!
But… fear will come if we leave, he added,
Death will attack us if we go.
Gunfire is everywhere.
Soldiers are always after us.
I can’t leave my unforgettable memories.
I won’t leave the tomb of my parents,
who taught me my home is here.
My home is not anywhere.
My home is only here.
My home is in my village.
My home is only in Palestine!
She agreed, layed beside him,
and hugged the tree with her tired arms.
He, too, did.
She then said, I love Palestine!