In one small tote, I carry my homeland, my memories, and my identity. It is an unfinished journey.

Palestinians in exile fear the loss of identity and a homeland, and they struggle to be seen and heard.

Surviving siege and wars is a blessing. Leaving both behind is a luxury.

I am a Palestinian with American citizenship living in Lebanon. And that imposes a great responsibility.

Grief is a strong opponent.

A strong national identity is crucial to our survival as a people.

Home is not where you are from; it is where one belongs.

Home for Palestinians is not just a house.

I hear the sounds of cars driving by, but what really rings in my ears are the sounds of gunshots I’ve heard in Facebook videos of snipers injuring thousands of protesters.

Sixty-nine years is a long time, but Palestinians everywhere are not giving up the dream of returning to our homeland.