The Forgotten Palms

In my dictionary "palms" is a concept with many meanings. In one meaning, palms represent my homeland, Ahwaz. They also represent my people, people of Ahwaz. They are Arabs living in this land for hundreds of years. They have a long complicated history behind them, a painful history. A history of insecurity, poverty and hunger, and most recently, a history of discrimination against them. This is a story that any Ahwazi person knows. My people know the history, they talk and think about it daily. They look for a solution and they try every thing, but to no avail.
Why? Because, very unfortunately, my people are all alone. No one represents them in the whole world. So, they speak, but their voice is too low to be heard. They shout and they are shut up immidiately. There are hands up there; hands ready to slap any mouth shouting for freedom to dumbness. You see... no one hears them, not even a sound!
Obviously, the hands mentioned do not like my people or they would have not shut them up. Very ironically, these hands are, in a way, responsible for my people. (if you are responsible for something but you give it no attention, who else may do?)

Ahwaz is a land with many palms, but if she is known, it is for her oil. Palms are not important. Palms grow and try to reach the sun, but they only get fire. They remain thirsty (where the important liquid is oil who cares for water?) and at last, they die quietly.
The palms are lonly. They are forgotten, as are the people of Ahwaz, who live and die with their palms in silence.