talk to the eye

he was something less than a year

I was walking with my friend and she passed by, stopped to talk to my friend, she's her mother's friend, she has a baby, I don't like kids, I stared at his eyes...what incredible eyes he has, a blue I just saw once, so deep, it wasn't the color it was something behind the color, shape and beauty...

I could talk to his eyes...I don't know if it was a long talk or not I just know that they were different!!!

Take me back

to the first time I was in your bedroom sitting on one side of your bed and you sleeping with your head placed on my thigh, me talking and you were listening to what I say, my fingers in your hair.

If I had wished to stay like this for ever would it be true?

"i can't get it out of my blood"

is that true? Every time I meet new international volunteers they say the same and they come back, or will to come back, to this small closed Nablus!!!

what is special about this city? it's my home where I grew up and spent my childhood....
during their stay they go to Ramallah, Jerusalem, Nazareth...."Nablus is Palestine" … is that true, why do they have this common feeling?