February 2019
I lived in this house for over 50 years.
My family inherited this house for generations, my great-grandmother planted the olive tree outside the house,
my grandmother made the pillows in the guest room,
and my mom embroidered the covers of the coffee table.
Then one day, the soldiers came and forced us all out of our home.
My husband and my son tried to fight back but there were too many soldiers.
They took them away, just like how they took away my house too.
All of the neighbors were shouting “Allahu Akbar!”
and telling them that it is our home.
But no one could change anything.
Time stopped as I stood there frozen in time, as I saw them entering my house while I was thrown out.
Everything inside was the same, my mother's covers, our furniture, even our clothes! They kept it all inside.
Only we were thrown out.
The Israeli settlers went in and closed the door.
I stood there outside in the street with my sisters and my neighbors, screaming and shouting at them.
And all that came out of my mouth was
“It's my home!”
“It is my home!’’
YOU ARE READING
the diaries of palestine.
ParanormalThe diaries of Palestine is a book written by me about different stories that happened to the Palestinians throughout the years as the war went on. I also wrote a few poems and added them to the book, hope you enjoy them 💕 As one of them, I decide...
