Heaven is More Loyal

Yesterday, my friend did not sleep. News of the hospital in Gaza almost carried him where he does not wish. He said to me: how can I sleep while some people in Gaza are on the earth and some are under the earth? Upon my life, my bed will not accept me. There was a pinch of cold in the night. I told myself that I should experience some of the pain of the homeless. I went out to the balcony and laid down on the ground. There was a swing that recognized me. I did not look at it. I could not. I remained without water and electricity until the morning. I was homeless in my own home. When the sun brushed me, in the morning, with some of its warmth, it granted me a strange feeling that I seemed to have never known before. I have known the sun for forty-five years, ever since my parents took me out of the hospital on the day I was born, in that scorching summer. However, this morning, I felt that the sun was caressing me, that it loved me, that I was an embraced homeless. When the betrayal of the earth, that is of the people of the earth, to Palestine and its people, is complete, heaven remains a friend. Heaven is more loyal!