Be gentle, brother, be patient

Please, my brother, be patient. The homeland cried out in pain and sorrow, like a bereaved mother: My children, why do you leave me and desert me? Know that I am and will always be your home. Stay in me and do not leave me. Please do not turn me into a hotel. I drowned in bitter tears because I was unable to rescue my homeland, which made me and every immigrant cry, especially the Christians, the salt of the earth. I lowered my head, burdened wi…