Palestinian youth tell the human stories behind the numbers in the news

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Autumn breeze

Basman Derawi | 23-10-2018

 

Art by Basel El Maqosui

Autumn breeze—
November, my first scream at life,
I was born with a soul, but no soil.

Autumn breeze—
Leaves fall along a border,
searching for the soil of their roots.

Autumn breeze—
I am a twisted tree trunk,
my broken branches still reaching.

Autumn breeze—
A child sits leaning against me,
singing of love and freedom.

I was born in November, so autumn represents the beggining of life for me. And like all young people everywhere, I still hope and live with a dream for the future, no matter how twisted I become.

Posted: October 23, 2018

Mentor: Kevin Hadduck


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