Angham
I remember six years ago, when I went to the sea.
It was hard to get there, I had to get permission from Israel.
I still remember the view of the sea, the smell of it and the happiness of that place.
All I can think of is getting back to that fantasy place, yet all that I can see now is Israeli Checkpoints, guns, death and sadness.
I'm tired of this prison, my life's prison.
I still look up and know that one day the sun of freedom will rise again...