Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

I wish I were a candle in the darkness.

We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

Sometimes I feel as if I am read before I write. When I write a poem about my mother, Palestinians think my mother is a symbol for Palestine. But I write as a poet, and my mother is my mother. She's not a symbol.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.

Palestinian people are in love with life.