Everyone who knows me understands the sacredness of April 4th to me… the date of my birth and the birth of April itself… “Neesan”, the month dearest to my heart…
April “Neesan”, the month when my smile never fades, filled with love for its details, its blossoms, and the mildness of the weather. The month of love, birth, joy, and passion. A month unlike any other; so unique that even the colors seem more beautiful to me!
For the first time in my life… April means nothing to me, not even April 4th or the words “Happy Birthday”. My heart didn’t race when the calendar announced the arrival of my birthday. I’ve left my heart hanging on the walls of my home in Gaza!
My warm, beautiful, new, clean, sterilized, healthy, modern, bright, cheerful, shining, fragrant… my destroyed home!
I have no wish this year except to return and finish my cup of coffee, left on the luxurious marble bar. I only wish my head erase all this madness from my memory.
Ala’ Helou
April 4, 2024
