The city of speedbumps
filled with skeleton structures
kite decorated skies
and strawberries on the sides,
the smell of shawarmas hanging in the air
and falafels that you can find everywhere.
Experiencing the joy of kids
in the midts of their circumstances,
slowly steeling our hearts
as they share their past.
Drinking bitter coffee
while suppressing our expressions,
miming out conversations
and sharing our traditions.
Sharpening our ping pong skills
but still losing against the locals,
ending the days sharing
some laughters
sunsets and kanafeh
playing monopoly and drinking coffee.
Where strangers became friends and
friends became family
on a rooftop somewhere
in the middle of
the cross roads.