suspended human

In this book, stories that tormented loved ones!

It is less than reality and greater than fiction!

As if seventy years of pain is not enough!

What kindness is this?!

In proportion to your trials, your position will rise.

What position have we been in?!

And if they ask about me, I am a Palestinian.

And my story is history!

I am made of clay, my stones of shale,

And in my chest, longing tears my ribs,

And the love of Jerusalem runs in my blood and my veins,

I am the one who drank oppression from my childhood,

I planted pride and determination in my chest.