For I'll keep my humanity, though I did not keep my promises. ... and Love shall not be wrested from my veins.

I 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.

love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.

I watch life trickle from the bullet wound of a sixteen-year-old "example" and marvel how things weak, even words, will turn vicious and merciless to gain power,despite reason or history

We 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

Nima Shirazi is a rare voice of rational analysis and political insight that provides an eloquent counter to the pervasive absurdities that make up popular political discourse.

Under the broken promises of superpowers and under the worlds indifference to spilled Arab blood.