There is a shadow in her room; it traverses the cracked walls and holed ceiling. At night it hides maybe in the remnants of her closet, maybe under the bed with tattered sheets, maybe it disappears, she does not know where it lurks, perhaps inside her heart. It dances on her walls, expanding, shrinking, attacking,Continue reading “Sixty-Seven”
You are the shadow in the back of my eyes Permanently imprinted on my retina Like a polaroid picture that never fades When we met on that fateful afternoon The earth shook underneath my feet We found each other in the midst of loudness In the thickness of silence In the void of emptiness YouContinue reading “Shadow”
A flower stretches its neck in the sun, Anthers protrude rigidly beyond its petals, Waiting expectantly for the bird A Sunbird hovers in the garden Flutters from one flower to the other Its feathers glisten iridescent blue. Pollen scatters from its wings falling into the troughs of longing stoma The roses whisper for it toContinue reading “Sunbird”
As I try to make sense of the world, the kitchen seems to be the only place I have control, and the exhale of fresh qatayef makes me feel more safe and more at home than ever before.
Death will lurk around the corner of every street, every harah and every family. If illness is the nightside of life, then night has definitely fallen on Palestine and it may be a long time before the sun shines again.
Happy had whiffs of sour on the edges, but was perfectly sweet in the center. It had the laughter of children growing up, the excitement the first slice carried with it as Mama lifted it expertly out of the pan.
What if Handala met Harry Potter?
As my day starts and my level of stress shoots to star high levels, the piled undone laundry starts to develop an attitude, and the unprepared lecture notes start to guilt trip me into wondering what kind of person I have become. What happened to the talented, smart, intelligent, career oriented, size 8 wearing, 15 km running woman I once was?
You wait for your dreams, you wait for the electricity to return, you wait for the winter to pass, you wait for the summer to come…Welcome to Palestine!