Palestinian people are in love with life.
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.
To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.
When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.
Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.