"When the paths narrow for us, and the throat chokes with words, emptiness swallows everything up, and all things are equal. We are united, so alienation squeezes our minds".

In the period between the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, the month of September was not without momentous events. Beginning with the sedition of "Black September" between the Jordanians and the Palestinians (the twin people), the sedition that was sown by the bakers, and thousands of people from both sides were killed, through the bombings of the twin towers.

Through the fabricated bombings of the World Trade Center and the Arab fall. Finally, with joyful news I received today about a young man from the village of Dora / Hebron district in Palestine, who was able to Its limited capacity manufactures a limousine, the length of which ranges between 17to 18 meters. I guess that's the only good news…. ''Summer vacation has come, although I was really looking forward to it. K I'm starving for it, and yet I found it to be an uncomfortable feast for me''.

September was not a better day for many, especially the expatriates among them.... Boredom thrives on the walls of the houses, and the warmth is soaring. With the start of this Saturday 1/9/2018, the summer vacation has come to an end. Most of the beautiful things have ended, weddings have receded, and successful occasions... Watermelon tents have collapsed. Daytime sessions fell apart in front of the houses. On the moonlit summer nights, now, expatriates begin to gather the last minutes of their vacation. And they pull out the last thread of joy that they wove in the carpet of the night. They worry their windows. They leave behind their remnants during the summer vacation. They take everything except their memories with their loved ones. And we.... they will leave. They will return to alienation. They will go on for a year or two, or perhaps more, in a bone-crunching absence. And the breasts narrow.

''Oooh, expatriates from the homeland: the winds with which you associate, every moment is nothing but another possibility to collide with a mirage. The hours eat themselves up, and our days stumble over some of them!!''

Their cars are heavy to leave, moving slowly and sadly. Loaded with bags stuffed with the smell of home, hidden from the month of October. It bears within it the delicate details of summer, and the evenings touched at dawn. Laughter nested in throats. She accompanied them to a desert voyage with no water or air. It is a voyage of the body!! It will never end?!

Oooh, you who have returned to your estrangement, would you give my heart a vacation so that I can lay down on my papers and live different chapters of life , And I wander through the dark alleys of memory Enough with me living in a cage outside my body, completely out of my desire.