Displaced Looking to the Horizon

8 October 2007

by HRM Deborah

Just thinking, when I was about 21 years old, I lived for a time by the ocean along with having a job that was right on the sands of a beach.

Every evening when I would finish my days work, I use to go walk the beach and for a little time watching the sunset over the horizon of the ocean and think one day I would go over the horizon, like it was a thought given to me by Allah.

While I loved watching, the waves roll unto the sand and the sunset glimmered into the sea, their tended to always be a heartfelt emptiness because I was not at home but in far off land.

Living in a foreign country, that with all it strangeness, that would make me too many times different then those who where living around me.

When you are growing up in the manner that I had to and I tend to think any Palestinian caught up as part of the Diaspora feels this way, that it seems that no matter where you go; that you will never belong unless it is honestly your own country.

I think if any Palestinian had just one wish in their life; it would be to just go home in peace, as it was before the war.