Far Away, Our Dreams Have Nothing To

I Learnt All The Words Worthy Of The Court Of Blood So That I Could Break The Rule I Learnt All The Words And Broke Them Up To Make A Single Word: Homeland.

I Wish I Were A Candle In The Darkness.

Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of Resistance.

I Don't Decide To Represent Anything Except Myself. But That Self Is Full Of Collective Memory.

For The Arabs In Israel There Is Always A Tension Between Nationality And Identity.