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In A Bookless World
Reading isn’t only a habit. It’s an escape from the harsh reality I live under. The occupation and oppression. It’s part of my healing.
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Gaza
Never Forgotten
I’ll always remember your sweet face.Your gentle words and ways.You only spoke to heal, not hurt.You let me lean on your shoulder when I was down.You held my hand when I was scared.You told me
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Spark of Life
I saw you smile and I gazed Was there anything that would make a person smile in my wounded city? Your eyes sparkled with love Your face beamed The sound of your hearty laugh My
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A Goodbye
Losing a childhood friend is more than losing a person. It’s losing a part of you because you shared many happy moments together.
Poetry
Storm
A gust of wind blows carrying rain It hits my face But I’m not bothered It’s nature reminding us That it’s a powerful force That can crush oppressors It can deem their weapons futile It
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My Speech at Malaysia Conference
Standing with Palestinian ex-prisoner Samar Sbeih at a conference in Malaysia dedicated to Palestinian Prisoners.
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Healing Words
I owe you so much. When you came into my life, I learned to laugh again. Not because you kept telling me jokes. You made me feel worthy. You listened to the words I said.
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Life Flies
Life is flying by too quickly for me and I can’t hold on. Like I’m in a race car without a gear. Too much happening all at once. I try my best to understand this
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Heart and Mind
At times she wondered what her life would’ve been like if she’d spent the greater part of it in beauty salons. There were women who had weekly appointments for beauty sessions. It was a luxury
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My Homeland
They asked me if I wanted to go back to my country, and I said yes. ‘But you’ll get killed over there,’ they warned. I was only 14 back then, but my intuitive response was,
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Letting Go
Freedom fighters put their lives on the line for the sake of their people. They deserve all the medals of honor.
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A Force of Nature
I bid you farewell and my heart sank. I knew I may never see you again. You took steady steps and sacrificed your soul so I can live.
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A Vast Place
The world is such a dreary place without you. There’s only one place I can call homeland and that is Palestine.
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The Rose
He bent down to tie his combat boots. When he stood back up, his frame was broader in the camouflage uniform. It transformed him into someone else. She felt momentary detachment from him. As if
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Hold my hand
You held my hand under the rain, but I let go. I let go and swirled lifting my head up and opening my mouth to taste the drops. The rain came down in a drizzle
Gaza
Another New Year
I can still remember the last time I got excited over New Years. There was still an amount of spark within me that hadn’t been killed yet. I’d scold my husband for his lack
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Out There
They tell me it’s a vast world out there. That if I were to leave this place, I’d see for myself. That the lush green landscapes will stupefy me. That I can drive a car
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Your Return
Rain was pelting against my window as I sat alone. It was a mercilessly long cold winter that turned everything to ice, except my heart. Your face and your words warmed my heart that was
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My World
My affinity to you grows by day. People come and go, but you stay. You’re rooted deep down in my heart and I can’t let go. You’re my weak spot. Your soil is mixed with
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Fading Beauty
Your beauty is impeccable. You’re the embodiment of perfection. I like to contemplate your face and relaxed gestures to see what a free person looks like. You laugh heartly. You run your hands through your
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Only You
Palestine is my homeland. A place with expansive green-coated hills and perfumed lavender fields. As they there’s no place like home.
Gaza
Another Attack
Releasing emotions I thought I had a lot to say after the last military attack over Gaza. I wanted to pour out my heart and vengeance and tell the world what had happened. But somehow