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22 February, 2007

I miss...

I miss ...

I miss you, everywhere and all the time

I miss the coffee that my grandmo made for me

I miss her old angelic face and her warm and tender hands

I miss the roads in my town and the cats that i always run after

I miss the smell of my neighbor's food in when i sit with my frinds in front of the door

I miss Fayrouz's voice in mornig when i pass in front of that really simple caffe-place

I miss the sunset when the kids play soccer and the angry voices of men going to pray "almaghrib"

And I miss Al-massjid in fajar and Ishaa, I miss Al-Adhan and it eastern voice

I miss all these little things that could make my life better in those days

I miss my land, people who speak my language

I fell like my roots are going to die, they want to go back in their originally sand

because I 'm missing all what is missing ; but you who is there , you have to know that the paradise is in the east

you have to know that the sun is better there, the birds are happier there

the air and the water like the parfume and the honey

I miss my days there, my friends and my mother land

I hope to sleep my last there, to die smiling to my special sky there

but Im scared to die of missing every thing , but Im sure that my soul will find the way to my land

and i will miss ...

22 February, 2007

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