I see poetry as spiritual medicine.
The metaphor for Palestine is stronger than the Palestine of reality.
Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.
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.
Palestinian people are in love with life.
For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.