"The warm light still there"
My beloved city; your streets are filled with
memories, with silence, with evidence of humans who
cannot reach you anymore. Jerusalem I have never seen
you this dark, empty and sad before
I had to go back to your streets, to record the
memories that are engraved in my head since I was a
child, those memories are merged with other people's
past, your walls are connected to history, to
feelings, to who your owners are. In you where I found
my body, in you where I found my soul, putting the two
together I found myself just a human being who
deserves to live in you free.
I have always been scared of empty places, my stems
from the feeling that people who once inhabited a
certain place and left would not be allowed to go back
to it, but the warmth of your light is giving me a
hope that the good days will come back.
(Rula Halawani)
© 2003 Rula Halawani
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