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.

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

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

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.

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.

For if life had taught her anything, it was that healing and peace can begin only with acknowledgment of wrongs committed.