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

Always" is a good word to believe in.

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

Israeli occupation exposes us very young to the extremes of our emotions, until we cannot feel except in the extreme.

An instant can crush a brain and change the course of life, the course of history.

The roots of our grief coil so deeply into loss that death has cometo live with us like a family member who makes you happy by avoidingyou, but who is still one of the family. Our anger is a rage that Westerners cannot understand. Our sadness can make the stonesweep. And the way we love is no exception

Amal,I believe that most Americans do not love as we do. It is not for any inherent deficiency or superiority in them. They live in the safe, shallow, parts that rarely push human emotions into the depths where we dwell.