As a US citizen of Arab origin, I find myself torn between my country of origin and my adopted country. I am American by choice, not by chance, like most Americans whose parents or ancestors emigrated to the United States decades ago. I was forced to leave my country of origin because my adopted country, the United States of America, chose to support the Zionists to occupy my country, Palestine.
When I was in my early teens, I became a refugee, like millions of my compatriots who were forced to live in misery, in refugee camps. We were hoping to return to our homes, to our towns and villages as we were promised.
Many generations died in agony, anxious to return, and their descendants still hold this. Many decades have passed, and we are still waiting.
One decade after I became a refugee, I was destined to settle in the United States. Whether I like it or not, I am here in the land of the Red Indians that the white settlers from Europe usurped.
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