While living in my homeland.... family, friends, and neighbors were always together. In America it is different, it is very lonely for me.
I have despair and I am tired. Everyone has disappointed me; I have lost hope in any heroes or ideas. Life has proved, they all come and talk about the same thing, but the situation never changes. Since I was a young man in Palestine, I hear the same things and nothing has changed nearly a century later. The pain of my hopelessness is too big to describe.
I do have hope—we cannot live without it. We have to keep positive. If I lose hope, there is no meaning for my life!