But I have never before watched soldiers entice children like mice into a trap and murder them for sport. —Chris Hedges
Under the broken promises of superpowers and under the worlds indifference to spilled Arab blood.
Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?
The soldiers in my life had raised the bar for bad guys.
Do you know, Mother, that Haj Salem was buried alive in his home? Does he tell you stories in heaven now? I wish I had had a chance to meet him. To see his toothless grin and touch his leathery skin....
I grieved three thousand times. Then I grieved for myself, a lonely woman without the honor given to the wives of the fallen. The reverence for their loss, for their children's loss. It was eloquent a...
Death, in its certainty, is exacting its due respect and repose before it takes my hand.
I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.
Amal,I believe that most Americans do not love as we do. It is not for any inherent deficiency or superiority in them. They live in the safe, shallow, parts that rarely push human emotions into the de...
Israeli occupation exposes us very young to the extremes of our emotions, until we cannot feel except in the extreme.
You and I are the remains of an unfulfilled legacy, heirs to a kingdom of stolen identities and ragged confusion.
Always" is a good word to believe in.
I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.
Thank you,’ I answered, unsure of the proper American response to her gracious enthusiasm. In the Arab world, gratitude is a language unto itself. “May Allah bless the hands that give me this gift”; “...
How fate is stubborn and holds to habit.
She loved beyond measure, When I was young I thought her cold. But in time I came to understand that she was too tender for the world she’d been born into,” I said. Sorrow gave Dalia an iron gift. Beh...
I loved her in spite of myself. I loved her immeasurably.Infinitely. And I feared that love as much as I feared my own fury at theworld.
The reverse side of love is unbearable loss.
We're all born with the greatest treasures we'll ever have in life. One of those treasures is your mind, another is your heart.
