In the very beginning god said let there be light, but there was plight. 63 is the age of this bleeding wound. 63 years I have been waking up to the sounds of bullets and bombs, I have been expelled from my home, oppressed, tortured, murdered, and besieged. For 63 years miles of barbed wires have been separating me from my sons, cousins, brothers, and friends. 63 years of fear as my children go to school they might come back not.
