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

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

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

Always" is a good word to believe in.

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.

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

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?