‘I said, that’s it. I will spend the rest of my life surrounded by these walls. I’ll die here.”
‘I try to mute my pain, yet my suffering cannot be ignored.”
“Diyaa’s name means light in Arabic. Indeed, he was the light of my life.”
Smuggled sperm and intrauterine insemination help Palestinian prisoners bear children.
“I wait for his body. I want to see him. I cry my eyes out every day,” his mother bemoaned.
Jumana grew up without a “baba,” but at last he is home.
This painting is of Ahed Tamimi, but it is dedicated to all who are imprisoned with her.
Imprisonment has become an ongoing thread in Palestinian society, as natural as oud music and the dabke.
A tribute to our prisoners: They imprisoned your body, but not your soul.
