Its 2am, the power is out, feeling the breeze coming from the sea
Now, I enjoy the quiet of the night
I can see light from the horizon, from fishing boats waiting for the fishes to bite
And I am still awake, talking to myself, willing myself to write about
How I feel right now … how I feel at home in Gaza.
Of all places, I am here living a life of a hermit after 4pm
Not allowed to be me, to be at places I freely wish to be
Because of the danger – true or imagined
So I am confused why am I feeling at home?
Is it the place? Maybe I tell my dreamy self.
Gaza does not bother me, even though I know of its history
Even though I know of the rift that they have with Israel
Or the fact that in most people’s mind I live in a god-forsaken place
Governed by terrorist, mostly said by people who had never stepped foot
In the holy land, or in Palestine.
I am at peace here believe me, it is not what outsiders say it is
I should know, I am living here for a while
And when I am up at two, I am overwhelmed by the feeling of belonging at where I am
Forgetting I am far away from home and yet I am really sure this place
Has not the allure to make me feel this way
But will not be here for long, will have to go soon
Which is starting to sink in the more I think about it
I would stay if I could but that all depends on my welcome here
Until the time to go comes, I will enjoy the peace,
The solitude, and the overwhelming emotions
That I can call Gaza home even for a short time.