If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
I never wanted children, maybe I'm afraid of responsibility.
When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.
We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.
For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.
I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.