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NATIONALITY di Farah Chamma A Brazilian nationality, I was granted A passport and identity card, no less A permanent residency with

healthcare And a few more documents Personal photos now smile, as I belong to Latin America And I didnt even have to wait for too long at the embassy And I wasnt even asked for my political affiliation And I wasnt even asked of my Muslim seet, Sunni or Shiite I was welcomed in their homeland As a Palestinian woman who Was exiled from her homeland Was promised a false right of return, was never allowed to return Alas, the Brazilian comprehended The Question of Palestine They considered me one one of their own Granted me a beach house To contemplate over my forgotten homeland Granted me a monthly allowance To spend They said nothing less than Feel at home Their alphabets was alien To my Arabic mother-tongue Their alphabets was alien To my Arabic mother-tongue.But soon I mastered portuguese Occasionally, it would frustrate me Occasionally, it would frustrate me For I am an alien in this endless exile. A lost flock-bird Seeking a similar feather In faraway exiled skies In exile, I was given shelter In exile, I was given shelter Raised and educated. Allowed to vote I wrote poetry In their friendly cafes without fear of prosecution, or censorship Never let down So do not blame me, If I was ever ashemed of my Arab descent Many borders were closed in my face For simply being a Palestinian refugee For holding a document from Syria For holding a passport from an illusionary authority I found home in exile For I wasnt welcomed by you Arab countries I was denied a stamp, and a few documents So her I am in exile

While Arabs take pride in Arabism In Arab unity, In Arab ancestors While Brazilians grant me, shelter Stability, protection Oh Arabs in exile Will we ever return? Or remain? Oh Arabs in exile Will we ever return? Or remain? Oh Arabs, In Sweden, Denmark, Norway, France Will we ever return? Or remain? For I still hurt in exile For I still speak Arabic In spite of any number of nationalities For in my heart there remains In Arab nationality Like it or not.

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