it's like I've always had this empty hole that no one or anything can ever fill…and whenever I hear the word "home" that wired sensation hits me and it reminds me again that I'm a refugee…

When I was a kid I used to ask my mum where do we come form that’s when she'll say Palestine and her eyes will light glimmer and her voice goes softer its like we have this love for our country before we know we do….for we believe that we chose our country just like we chose our destiny.

But when I started 2 grow up I realized that I have a passion for my country and that no certain nationality can limit me , and that no matter what others may think I'm a fighter.

I can never accept injustice in this world, and keeping silent when such a thing occurs makes me as guilty as the people who did it.
That’s why I'm dedicating my page for the people who live under injustice and to show their side of the story

" the air that i breath is Freedom and Justice please don't cut off my air "