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

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

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

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

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

They had bombed and burned,killed and maimed,plundered and looted.Now they had come to claim the land.

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