30 boys in a small room, 3 kids at one desk
sitting in a row, some in fancy jackets
the sounds of Arabic
I had seen my brother in his class, and
I remembered what things were like for me
at his age; not the best education in Yemen
I turn to my friend:
“Maybe I’m going there, to the U.S.A”
He smiled, happy for me.
20 boys in the big park, but there used to be 60
5 boys who play soccer, and 5 boys who play
basketball “Why aren’t more people in the park? There are usually a lot?”
And I saw my mother playing with my brother
it let me remember when I was little,
my mom would take me to park and she would play with me.
my aunt turn to me –
“I hear from your mom and your father
and they was speaking about you going to go U.S
She said to me.
Would you go? I said
I Still thinking but You going to be happy for my
She said no; I know the will heard you
but I will not be happy for you, I’ll be too sad that you left.
They were my and my uncle.
It was just my and my Uncle,
just the 2 of us who came from Yemen in the plane .
I was wearing a jacket and shirt
I saw my father in the car.
I realized that I will miss my
family because I will leave
just with my father .
my father talking to my Uncle,
how it was the trip
(He Is the you Albara you like differnt but how are you who was the trip so you hungry do you want to go eat first or to go shower you know home Its ok if you will mass your family I will be her for you .)