I wrote in my book Fugitive Dreams,

"Eventually, I learned that the stability of “home” was the temporary illusion, movement being the underlying truth. Every time I returned to my parent’s house in Ramallah, it was not the same. Ramallah itself has changed beyond recognition from the town of my childhood years. If I ever go back, it won’t be a return to a place I’ve known; rather a migration to a new, unfamiliar, place. Had I never moved, I still would have experienced the changes, as if I was traveling.

"At some point I matured. Gradually, I abandoned the idea of going “back” anywhere. The pressures for movement have convinced me that my lack of a fixed abode is only an epitome for the exile of spirit we all experience. Life is fleeting, stability illusory – that is the thing all human beings have in common. Things always change. People always move, in time if not in space. So, even if Ramallah never changed, I did."