There is a tear in my eyes slowly pouring down, and in my heart longing and longing for a homeland, I have never found it. The ways of life have been narrowed in front of me, and I do not know how long my heart will remain in pity for losing his identity and conscience in a land that was not her son, I hide inside me a hope for a better and secure future, and a homeland that recognizes my existence and a part of it. Age goes on with a glance and at the speed of light the heart becomes weak and hair becomes gray. The soul is searching for a safe haven far from the evils of the world and society, when will I find this country, when will I find my lost soul, when will I find someone who can appreciate me as I am and not how I look, when will I find relief from the doubts of society.
By Marie chahine
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