Sometimes all i want to know is why. This didn’t have to happen. I was happy. I was fine. It was all good. It was a good life. Why are you here now? What do you want? Why do i suddenly want to live my dreams and not my realities? Why won’t you let my mind rest in peace? Why?.. Why?
Then again, I don’t even know if I want it to stop. But why did it even have to start?
One cannot think well…
The key : a belief !
When Palestinians were forced to leave their homes to the diaspora in 1948 (x) , when Britain along with some Arab regimes said to them that they will be back shortly . They walked to the darkness not knowing that , they left with their house keys and the official papers that prove their rights in it !
Some even left the food in the oven in a clear sign that they were deceived!
Today , after 64 Palestinians still carry the keys and pass it the next generation to use it one day when they come back home .
