?Where Is Home
By: Abd Allah El Khateeb
.One morning I woke up yet again to find its not a dream
I'm really here, stuck inside this refugee tent.. supplied by the "U N" again.. fenced in by walls of barbed wire
.I miss my home
.My kids don't know what is home
.My grand kids have no space to roam
Looking at them, playing on the dirty floor.. in this filthy tiny room, which a pig will not accept as a fold to play, eat, or
.sleep
..I missed my dad.. I missed my mom
.The oldest tells me after the prayer at night
?The most worst.. When he asks: "WHEN CAN WE GO HOME" Papa
Palstinian refugee
Near Nahr Elbared demolished refugee camp
ID No. 5oooo