I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.
Susan AbulhawaWe come from the land, give our love and labor to her, and she nurtures us in return. When we die, we return to the land. In a way, she owns us. Palestine owns us and we belong to her
Susan AbulhawaI feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.
Susan Abulhawa