I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.

I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.

And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.

My love, I fear the silence of your hands.

For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.

I wish I were a candle in the darkness.

Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.