Thrown out of her home to let in the "chosen"

She was born in this house...
Many many decades ago...
She lived her childhood and youth at this home...
Many many years ago...
She got married and left this home for few years... to return back with her husband and two sons...
She witnessed the fall of God's heaven... Palestine
She lost her elder son by a Zionist bullet in his chest...
She lost her other son by a bullet in his head...
Her husband couldn't stand it...
He died....
She witnessed the loss of each member of her family
Her relatives were either Imprisoned
Killed
Or Expelled
Until she became alone
Living in the same home who hugged her in her childhood
Smelling her sons and husband's perfumes on the walls
Feeling their presence when she remember her happy moments...
Their laugh... Their cry... Their jokes...
And now...
Zionist settlers decided that this house...
Her home...
Her fathers home... is their property...
She is alone....
With 88 autumns passed on her life...
She lost her two sons...
Her husband...
And now.... She lost her Her home...
She heard someone is knocking on the door heavily...
She opened the door, Two police men gave her a piece of paper and talking in Hebrew...
Then they took her out of her home...
Four Zionist settlers entered the house with their bags while she was looking...
They went out shouting on her and pointing to the street...
She was thrown out of her home which still has the perfume of her family....
Now she has no link to her family... even their perfume...
Now she became a stranger in her country...
Homeless old lady with no guilt...
She became a refugee in her own home....
A refugee in her own country...
A refugee in her own land...
She sat beside her Home's gate...
She's hungry...
She's cold...
She's alone...
Blaming herself because she's still alive till this moment, to be treated like an old animal needs a mercy bullet...
She stayed for three hours on the street having nothing but a tear on her face...
As if this tear refusing to dry up...
A Palestinian family saw her on street and recognized her...
The took her to their home, trying to comfort her...
While she kept silent..
Why shall she talk?
Why?
This lady...
That saw 88 seasons in her life...
Saw what is the taste of childhood...
The taste of love...
The taste of having children and warm home...
And the taste of loosing everything. ..
Even he beloved ones memory..
Is this fair...?
Tell me...
Is it?