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.

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

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

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

the reverse side of love is unbearable loss.

Under the broken promises of superpowers and under the worlds indifference to spilled Arab blood.

Always" is a good word to believe in.