A Child with Dreams

by Housewife4Palestine


When I was growing up, I dreamed of having a real place to call my home and a beautiful family to share it with. I did not wish for wealth or power or even to be an executive of a company, just to be a good wife and have my children call me, “Mommy.”

I dreamed of living in my own country to the point it hurts sometimes, but yet I have the family even though for now we are not all together because of the Israeli’s. Since I am now grown and so much older, I found the American's have hurt us too.

What is even worse, we did not commit any crime; we was just born Palestinian.

I do not have a real place I can call home because not just being born in exile, I am still in exile; because I can not live in my own country and I have to admit this makes me sad.

But yet, I am that wife and Mother and for that I thank Allah everyday; but I will not stop dreaming and praying that one day I will see my real home for I know when that day comes I will bend down and kiss the earth for I not only am free from exile, my family is together; but I will have my real home.

One thing I use to do a lot when riding in the family car, is look at people who have a real home and live in their own country; with a sigh thinking how nice it must be to have what many in the world can not.

One thing in wisdom I have learned is while truth can make a kind of peace in your heart, it can also break it too.