Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.

May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!

Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?

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.

We have to understand - not justify - what gives rise to this tragedy. It's not because they're looking for beautiful virgins in heaven, as Orientalists portray it. Palestinian people are in love with life. If we give them hope - a political solution - they'll stop killing themselves.

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.