My Home by Amanne Alkenni

Hello, my name is Amanne Alkenni and I'm a regular visitor to your site, Cactus48.com. I'm a 16 year old Palestinian girl living in the United States for the mere fact that it is not safe for us to go back to our village in Nablus. I love reading all the poems composed about Palestine and really admire the fact that you have put your time into creating such a site. I thought that after reading writings on your site for so long it's about time I contributed some of my own.   My Home By Amanne Alkenni   My home, is an isolated camp Once tents lined up side-by-side Now stone buildings posing as home For the millions of us misplaced.   My home, is a passionate village Where martyrs are born ready They embrace death In hope of welcoming a new life for a people.   My home, is a city of rage The heart of the Intifada Where the stones are our protectors And the people stand up Against the enemy.   My home, is now invisible Burnt to the ground in '48 The only traces that remain: The fading memories of our eldery And the keys that shall once again open their front doors.   My home, is a land of occupation Stained with the blood of our own Preserved with the birth of each generation.   My home, the camp, the village, The city of rage, the invisible rumble, The land of occupation, They call it Falesteen, And I will give my life to set her free.      Return to Passion for Palestine Return to cactus48.com