That Sunday, cold December Sunday, we were kept warm by joy. It’s the first time I see your eyes sparkle with anticipation: the return, the reunion, the touch. Our disbelief punctured by scenes of prisoners running in the streets of Damascus: What happened? What day is it? Where is the jasmine? I wish you so… Continue reading Syrian love
Category: prose
On being Palestinian in Valencia today
I’m familiar with this energy; with this deep compassion that becomes fuel to push us forward. I’m familiar with this unity; with this defiance; with this beautiful rage that brings people together. I’m familiar with this self-organization, with this absence of state, with this negligence of leadership. Was it May 2021? When the Sheikh Jarrah… Continue reading On being Palestinian in Valencia today
The day they killed our Shireen
I remember it vividly. I woke up to distraught voices in the next room: voices of disbelief and questions marks; voices that sound like my brother saying REALLY? It can’t be possible. I opened my eyes, still hazy and confused: what’s going on? My brother sweet in his attempts to delay reality and to restore… Continue reading The day they killed our Shireen
The pandemic of hope
Today more than ever, I feel hopeful. I’m a 25-year-old Palestinian who was born in the town of Arrabe, near Nazareth in the state of Israel. And today I feel hopeful. For the past few weeks, Palestinians have taken the streets to defend their dignity, their homes, and their basic human rights. I have witnessed… Continue reading The pandemic of hope
[fragments of return #4]
this is not a return in spatial or temporal terms. It is a return in existential terms. The return to who I am. Traveling in life is so easy, and life is easy to take us and to drive us through its ups and downs, but it’s important to maintain a space of return at… Continue reading [fragments of return #4]
A painting speaks
“I love my doctor. Although he is always the person to deliver me bad news: “Robert, I’m sorry to inform you that you suffer from HIV. Robert, this sickness has no cure.” Always bad news. And yet I love him because he takes care of me. Here I am in his clinic, after a long… Continue reading A painting speaks
Unintented, unprofessional Ethnographic Study in Haifa city
It is not professional because I am not an anthropologist- I only took two anthropology coursees during my English Literature degree, and it’s unintended because I was not planning for it- I was staying in Haifa after a long period of being away, and I ran into many people, with whom the conversation just naturally… Continue reading Unintented, unprofessional Ethnographic Study in Haifa city
10 Podcasts that I have been listening to
they say that the visual era is receding, and the audio era is predominating. Today, we’re trying to squeeze out the most of the day, so we seek the audio that allows us to multi-task. For example, we listen to audiobooks on our long drives, or to a podcast while running or doing the dishes.… Continue reading 10 Podcasts that I have been listening to
The War writes its Poems: Review of Asmaa Azaiza’s book of poetry Don’t Believe Me If I Talk To You Of War
Asmaa Azaiza’s newest collection of poetry is bold, dark and triumphant. The young Palestinian woman poet’s third collection of poetry Don’t Believe Me If I Talk To You Of War was published by Almutwassit in Milano earlier in 2019. It has been translated to Dutch, Swedish and English. Azaiza’s book is an attempt to make… Continue reading The War writes its Poems: Review of Asmaa Azaiza’s book of poetry Don’t Believe Me If I Talk To You Of War
Capturing the light moment
The softest shaft of light appears in my room. Delicate light coming from the setting sun lurks into my window and settles on my striped pillow. I notice it by chance; by mistake when I look up from my biology book piled over the organic chemistry one. Seeking relief and comfort, I glimpse this light.… Continue reading Capturing the light moment