She bore an uncanny resemblance to my mother, but the same beauty bloomed differently in each of them. My mother's fairness was exquisite and untouchable, roaming alone in an abandoned castle. Khalto Bahiyas' beauty took you in immediately. Hers was easy and disclosed hordes of laughter stolen from wherever it could be found. Gravity, sun, and time has scrawled on their faces the travails of hard work, childbirth, and destitution.
Susan AbulhawaAs the people of Ein Hod were marched into despossession, Moshe and his comrades guarded and looted the newly emptied village. While Dalia lay heartbroken, delirious with the loss of Ismael, Jolanta rocked David to sleep. While Hasan tended to his family's survival, Moshe sang in drunken revelry with his fellow soldiers. And while Yehya and the others moved in anguished steps away from their land, the usurpers sand "Hatikva," and shouted, "Long live Israel!
Susan AbulhawaThe land and everything on it can be taken away, but no one can take away your knowledge or the degrees you earn
Susan AbulhawaWe come from the land, give our love and labor to her, and she nurtures us in return. When we die, we return to the land. In a way, she owns us. Palestine owns us and we belong to her
Susan AbulhawaI watch life trickle from the bullet wound of a sixteen-year-old "example" and marvel how things weak, even words, will turn vicious and merciless to gain power,despite reason or history
Susan Abulhawaأيا كان شعورك , اكبتيه في داخلك
Susan AbulhawaAmal,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 depths where we dwell.
Susan AbulhawaTags: emotions americans palestinians emotions-love
Israeli occupation exposes us very young to the extremes of our emotions, until we cannot feel except in the extreme.
Susan AbulhawaTags: emotions israel israeli-palestinian-conflict
For I'll keep my humanity, though I did not keep my promises.
... and Love shall not be wrested from my veins.
Tags: love humanity humanity-and-society
How fate is stubborn and holds to habit.
Susan AbulhawaTags: fate
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