Don’t I have The Right to Dream?
By The Whole Group

I dream of a family that could care for me and give me affection, and a house outside the camp, with a green yard, in a place without alleyways. And I dream of finishing my schooling if I should want to, and of choosing what I want to be, even if it is a garbage collector. And I dream of having an identity card and of returning to Palestine.
But I’m afraid that my dreams will hit up against the walls of the camp. Or that they will get lost among crooked and narrow alleyways, or that they will be polluted by the garbage. I’m afraid when I dream that my dreams will hit up against my reality, my being a Palestinian refugee deprived of my rights. And I ask myself, am I really denied the right to dream? And I ask the world, don’t I have the right to dream?