I get the goosebumps, every morning when I wake up to a scary thought. The thought that I’m so far away from my roots. The feeling that I’m so far away in exile ..
Nothing could represent this more than the skin-tearing-claps of wild crowds as they were listening to fairouz as she sang, “Nassam 3alayna el hawa”
There are certain feelings of longing, of being out of place, away from home that rage inside of you as you travel far away from home…
Nothing can replace home. Not money, not fancy houses and cars.
It scares me even more when I know I left behind me, the people that love me the most on the face of this planet.
So, here’s to home…..