I call it home

When I say Israel, I feel that it is a word which is running through my veins and whispering me: “Come home“.

Therefore, when I say Israel, yes i feel nostalgic.

When I say Israel, yes it is a place where terror attacks occur but it is a place where people are stronger than ever in order to fight terror.

Hence, when I say Israel, I remember how many different people I saw walking on the streets: couples, kids, gay couples, religious people, photographers, dancers, musicians, people who are randomly going to tell you: „You are not from here? Welcome“.

When I say Israel, I remember that I had so much inspiration on every corner.

Particularly, ancient walls, random people smiling, dancing, small mystic stores, smell of books…

Indeed, my Hebrew was pretty bad but I couldn’t resist taking a book and trying to catch some word, thus, close it and say myself: “One day.”
One day I am going to read it.

I have to admit, it is pretty optimistic statement.

Additionally, when I say Israel, I remind myself that there is always hope, if there was not hope Israel would not exist today.

Furthermore, when I say Israel, I remind myself that life is too short for excuses.

If you want dream to become reality, do it now.
If there were too many excuses there would be no Israel today.

Correspondingly, when I say Israel, I remind myself that Israel is built because of wisdom, strength and faith.

When Yom Kippur war occurred, enemies were expecting that there will be no more Israel; nevertheless, they were expecting that the Jewish dream about being free in their land is dead.

Against all odds Israel is here. Wisdom, strength and faith kept it.

In addition, I would like to point out one interesting fact which usually happens every time when I travel to Holy Land.

People in stores, shuk, recognize me, smile like they expected me to come and suddenly they tell: “Oh you returned home, well done.”

I have to admit; when I hear it I am close to tears.

I could not believe that after two years not being there and then coming again for vacation, people still remember who their neighbor was.
It has never happened in my country.

Furthermore, yes Israel is the most beautiful emotion which has special place in my heart.

Yes, there are my friends, my people who I love but there is one amazing, brilliant Lady which I love with whole my heart. She was like mother to me while I was living in Israel, the most magnificent and special women I ever met. She told me when I was about to leave on the airport: “In case you are late on your flight, you have home to return, you have family here, and you know it.”

I smiled, no I did not cry, but i stayed speechless and I felt so happy and loved.

Soon, I am going to visit again Holy Land, I can`t wait to see my people, to step up on airport and say: “OK, finally I can breathe free, I feel free here.”
Yes, in my opinion Israel is a synonym for freedom.

Being free to love, to write, to talk, to walk, not to explain yourself, to smile and people will smile back to you.
That is the reason why I am so much in love with this country apart from the fact that yes, there are people who mean family to me.

It is so wonderful when you have reason to come back, reason to smile, and no reason to explain why Israel is my home.

About the Author
Slavica Milosevic is an author from Serbia. She loves to write and has had several books published. She is a member of Serbian Writers Association. Slavica spent months in Israel to immerse herself and learn more about Israeli-Palestinian conflict.
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