Category: Under the threshold (writing fragments)

Take #1 Nadeem Noawara- another rose ripped from its roots to wither, to join the bouquet of occupation. Many martyrs have been killed, many forgotten, and many dis-remembered. When death is a permanent resident, when its a rooted deminision like time and space. Whe nthat happens, life becomes naive, it becomes so silly like the… Continue reading many #Takes

you’re my quasar; the majestic light that is born from a black hole.  – maybe that’s not the the most romantic metaphor to be used, it’s a special one  one that fits your rank. after all you’re sitting on the throne of my thinking. it’s born from physics – your realm. from the darkest nights and… Continue reading My quasar

I was watching the documentary -5 broken cameras. When Emad Burnat states that Life is fragile. At that time I didn’t fully percieve what he meant, I remembred martyrs and war and hatred. But it turns out thati had not an inkling of what that could mean. The fragility lies within the simplist act of pursuing… Continue reading “Life is fragile”

Maybe I should not have chosen this title, since you like physics. I wake up everyday, I’m keeping myself busy, I dodge the ball of your memories deftly. I wake up eager to hear your name, or to see your smile, then the smell of my dad’s ciggarettes and the sound of the washing machine… Continue reading Spaghettifying void

it is said that Nakba is the Catastrophe, the catastrophe that fell upon the Palestinian people in 1948 when 531 villages were completely destroyed and about 800 thousand became refugees in neighboring countries. But is it? let me divulge my own definition of Nakba: it is the fact that you have to study in Hebrew… Continue reading Nakba

First heavy drops of rain cool the earth’s face, water its thirsty springs. For weeks it has been extremely hot yet on land day it rained and rained… My Grandmother says that’s a really good sign implying that the martyrs under the soil are warm, and are in peace. The land day- the 30th of… Continue reading Land Day

,,ساجي لا يزال حيًا, ساجي لم يمت, وحدهم الاشرار الذين يموتون ويتعفنون في دوامة الزمان! هو شاب في مقتبل العمر أتم الثامنة عشرة من عمره, عمر الشباب اليانع والواعد مستقبله مزهر مثل زهر اللوز في صباح اذار, بدأ بنقش بصمته فالتحق بجامعة بير زيت ليتعلم ويتطور امه دائما رددت على مسامعه” أهم اشي الشهادة يما,… Continue reading ساجي

You shouldn’t ride the bike, you are a big girl now. If you do ride it you won’t have kids in the future and who wants that to happen?   you are almost 25 years old, I better find you a husband.   Study abroad? what? you don’t live in Texas sweety, you either study… Continue reading Happy Women’s day