One Day
One day I will find a place I call home…
Four imaginary lines drawn by another, that will tell me where I belong…
One day I will tell others I would shed blood for that land…
On that land I will be treated with respect, and so will others…
Home is what I will call it regardless of it’s political name…
At home, I will not be too different to be accepted but I remain unique…
One day, I will tell my grand kids the story of finding this home…
Until that day comes, I have the right to remain silent.
DFW Airport
18/4/2011
Honga's Blog 
everyone belong to a home( however where it is) that they Found them self in it
الله يخلي جميع الاوطان لشعبها ويحميهم
So lovely and true word in wonderful order
I really waiting for that day , I wish it will came soon …
You have home anywhere you have friends or family.. as long as there’re some ppl who care about you, you shouldn’t feel homeless 🙂
Nice to have had you in my home..
Home is where your heart is! That’s what my mom taught me, that’s what I know now after tiring searching…
I look forward to your blog posts more than anything. The human side of you is very moving. And not in funny way.
Good luck.
Beautiful