Wajib means duty or obligation. And to understand the lives of Palestinians living in Israel it is a wajib to watch this film. The film tells the story of a torn family living in Nazareth. The mother has left for the states, while her husband stayed to raise their son and daughter. The narration uses… Continue reading Wajib – personal review فيلم واجب
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The Insult – personal review
Case no.23 on the list of the high court of Lebanon: Tony Hanna, a Lebanese Christian, asks for an appeal after the local court finds Yasser Salameh, a Palestinian refugee, not guilty. The three judges, woman and two men, listen to the arguments of defense and persecution. I will not summarize the plot but I… Continue reading The Insult – personal review
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when i wash my face i empty myself for sleep; the words i’ve learnt the expressions ive resgistered and visions of unattainable future are drained down the sink. when i dry my face -i take my time- i trace every furrow down its pore i accept the loss with regret and tears. when… Continue reading Untitled
The Waste Land
I remember reading this poem when I was in my first year of English degree, and I was under its spell for quite a while. The Wasteland is a masterpiece for its intricate, elaborate and quite sophisticated language that attempts to ask difficult questions about existence, life, love, and war. It also attempts to offer… Continue reading The Waste Land
Right to Movement – Haifa
The breath is relieving as much as it is hurting. The 100m sprint raised my heart rate up; I could feel my heart alive and beating. It is in these moments of intensity, that one feels and grasps what is to be alive. Hearing the music from behind me, mingled with encouragement words yalla yalla… Continue reading Right to Movement – Haifa
the Death of an Earring
The Earring dangled from the ear lobe gracefully. Yellow and green, it glitters against the light on Thursday evenings while watching the sunset. It has witnessed many horrendous thing, most of which is the penetration of the flesh in the ear, to establish sovereignty. Power can be violent, or power is always violent. The dominion… Continue reading the Death of an Earring
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Day v: On the Renovation of Occupation
Nearing Kalandia’s checkpoint, the wall accompanies our bus ride. Sitting next to the window seat, and neck craned upwards, aiming for a clear October sky, but failing to see the clouds for the wall is high. The famous checkpoint, known as the site for many confrontations, deaths, traffic jams, anger frenzies, and births too (not… Continue reading Day v: On the Renovation of Occupation
day iv: what can it be?
Today I took the bus home instead of walking. The bus ride didn’t last that long, so much so, that I did not press the stop button on time, and I missed my station. Instead, I had to climb up the street to get home. Now on my ascend up the steep asphalt, I ruminated… Continue reading day iv: what can it be?
day iii: philosophy of laziness
I should have wrote something yesterday but i was tired. I failed.
AICHA BINT YUSIF 