I never wanted children, maybe I'm afraid of responsibility.
My love, I fear the silence of your hands.
On this earth there is that which deserves life.
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.
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.