To my friends all over the world, who once were outsiders, foreigners and immigrants. To my friends who still are.
Did you ever wonder? do you ever wonder?
I wonder, will I ever miss the sirens I hear, every night as I pat my young one to sleep?
Will I long for winter’s short days and its long nights?
Will I still look forward to Christmas Holidays the way I never did towards Eid?
Will I ever forget the days I felt invisible? When I knew no one and no one knew me?
Will my decisions in life always be judged? Always blamed on my once upon a time in the west?
Will they ever see that the woman I am is not less patriotic, not perfect, not bitter, not any different than anyone who ever lived out of a suitcase?
Will I feel for every foreigner the way I do now?
Will I forget the frustration I felt when I had to repeat my American way of saying H?
Will it hurt to leave a place where all I ever were was an outsider?
Will I still feel like an outsider in a place I always called home?