How can one find the first moment of love? When, in what instant, does the night's dark sky become blue?

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

A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day.

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.

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

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

Do you know, Mother, that Haj Salem was buried alive in his home? Does he tell you stories in heaven now? I wish I had had a chance to meet him. To see his toothless grin and touch his leathery skin. To beg him, as you did in your youth, for a story from our Palestine. He was over one hundred years old, Mother. To have lived so long, only to be crushed to death by a bulldozer. Is this what it means to be Palestinian?