Ali
Artwork by Arij Alsoufi Standing still Head above the hill Snipers are there to kill Ali intends to get closer To the fence Not knowing Catching...
19Apr
Feryal’s wedding
It was Friday, May 21, 2021, the first day of the ceasefire ending the Israeli attack on Gaza. Most...
04Mar
The many waves of grief
All I have left of my uncle is a memory of a wave and a smile.
21Sep
Seven years was not enough
I imagine more than remember my father. But I know he had a big heart.
23Aug
My mother’s first Eid as a thakla
Thakla is a label for the unthinkable, a parent who outlives her child.
27Apr
The end of my mother’s journey
My mother once told me I am a "piece of her heart." She has more than that of mine.
26Nov
A life behind walls
When you are Palestinian, you are born and die behind a wall.
23Jul
Tragedy no longer defines my life
I have realized we can create something good and useful from tragedy.
26Mar
My Mother, Myself
My mother left me so suddenly, so I must say these words in a poem.
19Dec
Eye to eye
When the news is too sad to bear, the questions come nonstop in my mind: Why?