by Mais Amad
Hometown? I don’t have one.
I come from political turmoil
Half of me bleeding for liberty, the other hungry for dignity
From the gossip in Nablus, to the celestial ambience of Bethlehem, the green?top hill
of Khalil that turns into a desolate kill, all the way to the thrill of Jerusalem, and then
back in Ramallah, thank Allah
Looking down on lit?up Damascus, Muhajreen was were my family's first house was
From the history of Umayyad to the mystery of Saidnayah, on the Otustrad of Mazzeh,
drive north to reunite with the foliage of Bloudan, a walk through Jnenet il Jahiz,
ending up where my family’s current house sits
Will I ever get the choice of living in the womb of one of my mothers?
Please start showing me some different colors.
Last updated January 15, 2016