On the edge of a homeland

There is stuck between two countries
on the edge of the world
In a place that does not exist on the map
between borders
I sat on my bag
Under the morning sun
And I look at my homeland stretching out in front of me
I imagined him mocking me
I imagined that land saying to me:
Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?
You are Syrian
And the Syrians have a curse that they cannot get rid of
Even if they rip off their skins
Wherever you go, you will remain a Syrian, humiliated and heartbroken