The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read. They taught me I had a language in heaven and another language on earth.

My love, I fear the silence of your hands.

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

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.

Palestinian people are in love with life.

The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.

When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.