To be Palestinian is to carry the weight of lost villages, to inherit a history that is scattered across borders.

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

I know Jerusalem, our capital / from pictures / I see the Dome of the Rock / on the covers of my books.

So much beauty in the Dome of the Rock! And yet Gazans are restricted from worshiping in this magic place.

I once could experience Ramallah only vicariously, yet now, I was actually walking its streets. 

When you’re in Gaza, you can’t wait to leave, and when you’re out, you long for family but are too afraid to return.

The ceasefire will mean nothing if the root causes are not addressed.

Dignity is life, so resist we must.

Israelis could be mistaken for the worst of the ‘underworld.’

I long for Jerusalem, the place I call home but am not allowed to visit.

What it means for Palestinians with different ID card colors to fall in love.

The West Bank is part of my country and is so near, and yet so far.