there’s a part of me that knows Palestine like it knows Pakistan. this is the part which loves it in the deepest of my conscious memories.
there’s a part of me wanting to be there, not just in spirit, but there. really there. there to help. there to do good. there to babysit. there to wash the blood and nurse the wounds. there to be at the frontline. there because where else should i be. there where i am needed more than ever before. there in a house that was never their home. there in the place which even the walls cannot encapsulate. there where the sea was never a stranger. there where i feel no fear.
there.I am from there. I am from here.
I am not there and I am not here.
I have two names, which meet and part,
and I have two languages,
I forget which of them I dream in.