home is calling

And again. Theres a place called home that I can’t pinpoint.  Is it that street I grew up in, The place i’m in now, Or the annual holiday loacation my family goes to. Well at least, use to go to. I never really speak about my home country.  You see, I don’t clearly remember you … More home is calling


What is home? – a question forever on my mind.”Where are you from” I get asked and I reply, “Syria” then get told that shouldn’t I refer to myself as half british. But shouldn’t home be where my house is? Saudi. But that is not home. What is home? Again, the same question haunts my … More LOST & FOUND