When the world’s quarantine is over, I still will long to return home.

Our lives are marked by tragedy, but our love for our land persists.

I was desperate to leave when I was in Gaza, but when I was outside I learned to be proud of my home.

I am Palestinian, but cannot visit Palestine. This is the fate of an exile in the diaspora.

Is there a stronger love than the love you feel for a land you cannot see or visit?