The Unfamiliar Home By Yasmin Ullah I keep missing a place I barely know. Home _ untouched families I can never return to, how I long for their hugs. Countries are known for architecture, buildings, landscapes, so accessible on-screen, but on-screen _ how can you know anything about beauty missed. None of it makes it to the cover of magazines, yet I wish you knew this place, my place, my home, taken from me, I wish _ you saw the family they ripped apart from me, I wish you knew through even one or two pictures, so, you would at least be able to relate, and maybe... only maybe, you would cherish this place as much _ as I do, Perhaps you would try to protect it, from tyrannical oppression of the innocents, in their own home. How _ I wish you could know. Crash At the shore Wave after wave Crashing against rocks Carrying news From faraway. I sat On one side This water So vast 37