If you follow the news long enough, you will be declared mentally retarded, so don’t!
Be it a bomb, a drone, a missile, some war somewhere across the border!
Whatever the reason is the results are always the same, some number of casualties!
Sometimes when there is an earthquake I expect them to declare it an act of terror.
You will wake up next morning to find your country declaring war against terrorism.
But they have no idea who to point their finger at so it’s always the land of the dead.
We fake it till we become it!
Lybia is just a walk from across my border and palestine is walk across the other side of my country.
Do you have any idea how many people die on our border? I call it the land of the dead for a reason. I am right in the middle of it all.
But we pretend we don’t care about whats happening in our land and we fantasize.
That someday we can get a chance to go abroad and start a new life in a safe haven.
We dream that maybe we can have a way to get out of here
We imagine we’d be safe and happy and loved and rich in your land… If only we can run away, to the city that never sleeps, the city of love, the clean streets, the safe lives,..
Oh you guys are living the dream!… Until you’re not any more.
Until you get a taste of what we’re going through and then our dreams are crushed!
The same terrified look on a child’s face.
The same tears in a woman’s eyes.
The same burns on a man’s arm.
Passant A. AbdelAal is an Egyptian with a severe addiction for reading novels and a passion for poetry, who writes bits and pieces of poetry and musings.