by Abed-r el-Shaer
Every day I ask myself like a little child, is there a time machine that can take us back, even for a moment, to the previous days? All I want is to return to see my home, smell it, and stand in every corner of it.
Home is not just stones, it is safety and family, it is the most precious thing in life, but it disappeared in a moment and became rubble, so much so that I cannot visit the rubble of my home to live my sadness.
The Pale Notebook 