we are not numbers

emerging writers from Palestine tell their stories and advocate for their human rights

Tag: exile

‘My body at night rebels from all the deaths and anger. I drip sweat. I wake to my sweat like a waterfall on my body and I smell death.’
A graduate student in Denmark worries constantly about his family back in Gaza and the unfairness of it all.
We are preparing for our forced emigration from Gaza to the Sinai Desert, or for our death. One or the other.
My brothers were forced to evacuate our family’s home, with nowhere to go to and nowhere to shelter but the open air.
I mourn the words of Mourid Barghouti, who spoke to my soul.
I feel stranded between two worlds.
Home is indeed where the heart is.
A strong national identity is crucial to our survival as a people.
Home is not where you are from; it is where one belongs.
Traveling out of Gaza was my dream, but reality was different.
I am Palestinian, but cannot visit Palestine. This is the fate of an exile in the diaspora.
I have found freedom abroad, but am fated to be an exile forever.