my brother and I against my cousin...but my cousin and I against the alien.(arab proverb)

Hey, you…Just face it! More than 40 years has passed and you’re still hoping for a near returning.
In your dreams, you’re sleeping in your childhood bed. Sweating and heavy breathing, you turn on the lights and see your rusty hands; you are now one grouchy old man with a bitter heart owning a bag full of shattered hopes.

Just face it, there’s no home, there’s no land…not a warm safe place you can call yours.
You can’t not die, rayah, because you’re nothing, you don’t even exist.

You can be a statistic, another dead man, another victim. It does not matter where you died: Sabra, Shatila, Howara… mere names of an alien’s disgrace.

A nightmare we silently watch on TV, while eating our hot and tasty dinner.

So face it…no one helped you before and no one will do it now.
Throw the key away and burn all your property papers: all is useless.

Your key opens no door.
The land your family has owned for centuries is not yours anymore…
You have nothing but misery and death.