Friday, July 15, 2005
Homesick
La différence entre un désert et un jardin n'est pas l'eau mais 'homme.
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Homesick!!!!!!!!!!
So many thoughts swirling through my head.
Flood of memories brings me back to summer 2001 where I spend my last summer in my home country Tunisia.
Early in the morning and at night when I go to bed. I feel I am in a no mans land. I am far from home, but where I know I need to be and yet this morning early, I felt hot tears, wanting to release.
I have become so used to the quiet, contemplative life and not the pace of many going in their various directions, fast living.I am Homesick and though far from family and clan where I was planted.
Many times, I felt alone, afraid and bewildered, but felt loved with my new circle of friends and my girlfriend. As I pondered my heart and it's yearning, I began to think of so many others like me who are heartsick with tears, fears and loneliness, for brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers.
