Just be a good little Arab / Palestinian? What’s that? / Be a good little Arab…
“Go back to your country.” / I will go somewhere / But not because of you /
But because I’m tired of existing only …
My beloved one once sighed and said, “I miss my brothers and my sisters.”/His companions asked, “Are we not your brothers O Messenger of Allah?”
Is it my fault though? / For wanting someone who will recognize my melancholic smile? / For wanting someone to share the heartache that is life with?
I do not write about you / because you are everything good and whole and sacred, / I have a tendency to only write about wilted brokenness: /
the chipped cup, the forest blight, / the deer’s tangled antlers…
I love running through the fields covered by sunlight, / With the greenest grass and the day so bright – / But will my clouds bring the April rain this way?
If you ask me who my role model is, I’ll tell you it’s a man who needs no introduction / His mercy to all leaves me in absolute If you ask me who my role model is, I’ll tell you it’s a man who needs no introduction…
Noise/It takes over every part of my soul/Drenching me in endless thought/Silencing my inner voice/Screaming to be let out/To be freed from the shackles…