Tales of Home Basman Derawi
I never see Beersheba
I see him with other kids
But through her tales
Playing hide and seek
I see the birth of dawn
I see him sitting on a school's desk
When my grandmother
At one of UN refugee's school
Used to wake up With my mother's bedtime tales
Kneading the bread
I see the West Bank
Milking the goat before
I've never been allowed to visit
Its blood mixed with the milk
I see the Dome of Rock
After one soldier sees it as a threat
Al Aqsa mosque, Through the eyes of my uncle
The Church of Nativity
In his exile, in Jordan
I smell the cheesy Nabulsi kunafa
I see the childhood of my father
As I walk in the narrow allies
Running in the narrow alleys of a
Of the old city in Nablus.
Refugee camp
Artwork by Nisrin Shahin IG: Nisrin.Shahin 6
