Always" is a good word to believe in.

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

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

I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.

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.

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

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