Every evening, I sit in the fields and watch the sun go down. I see the sun go down and disappear into the sea. I can only catch a glimpse of the sea; it’s difficult for us to see it, since it’s far away and we’re not allowed to reach the sea or even go near it. But even when I’m only able to see a tiny bit of it, it makes me calm and makes me feel at peace. It also gives me hope because as the sun raises again the next day, we will get back our freedom, one day.
I remember what my father told us about Jaffa, which is where our family originally came from, before the catastrophe happened in 1948. He always told us to be assured because one day we will be able to return home. And that we shall never lose hope because we are right and they are wrong, and the wrong doesn’t stay forever. There will be an end to the darkness and than the light will come back. Looking at the sunset and the sea makes me feel my father’s presence very strong; I can feel that what he says is right.
Today, when we sit on the roof of our house, all we have are memories of my father; the way he lived and the funny things he always used to say. My father loves joy and jokes and he is always trying to make everybody happy and smile and optimistic in life. We are brave and we will not lose hope because my father wants us to. He taught us to face all difficulties and not escape them, and always stay confident. Because in life, nothing is impossible.
This is what I believe, too. We will achieve our aim and my father will be with us again. I know that he would tell me not to despair and therefore I’m full of hope that we will manage to pay the fines to get my father and Hassan Mousa and Zaydoon Srour out of jail, so that they can come back and be all with their families again and rest and get back their strength.