In Another Life

In another life, 

I want to be a child in Gazza. 

I want to know what it feels like to be under occupation and oppression, 

I want to know what it feels like to be deprived of food, water and electricity, 

What it feels like to live as a refugee in my own land, 

I want to feel what it feels like to wake up at the noise of warplanes, 

What it feels like to run for my life at the age of four, 

I want to know what it feels like shoving into queue to get food and water, 

what it feels like to be starved, 

What it feels like of not getting treatment when I am wounded, 

Because if I don't feel what it feels like I will never understand what it feels like. 

I want to get the strength of enduring pain in endless suffering, 

I want to have the resilience and the audacity to smile in pain and uncertainty. 

Harsh!

In this life, 

I wake up by my alarm clock or my mother's yelling, 

It feels so luxurious and privileged

But endless guilt!