My homeland is not a suitcase, and I am no traveller
If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.
Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.
Palestinian people are in love with life.
The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.