Palestinian People Are In Love With Life.

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

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

Sometimes I Feel As If I Am Read Before I Write. When I Write A Poem About My Mother, Palestinians Think My Mother Is A Symbol For Palestine. But I Write As A Poet, And My Mother Is My Mother. She's Not A Symbol.

I See Poetry As Spiritual Medicine.

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.