thank you” an insufficient expression that makes my voice sound miserly and ungrateful.” (169).

She loved beyond measure, When I was young I thought her cold. But in time I came to understand that she was too tender for the world she’d been born into,” I said. Sorrow gave...

How fate is stubborn and holds to habit.

the reverse side of love is unbearable loss.

I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.

Death, in its certainty, is exacting its due respect and repose before it takes my hand.

I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.

Do you know, Mother, that Haj Salem was buried alive in his home? Does he tell you stories in heaven now? I wish I had had a chance to meet him. To see his toothless...

You and I are the remains of an unfulfilled legacy, heirs to a kingdom of stolen identities and ragged confusion.

Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?

Israeli occupation exposes us very young to the extremes of our emotions, until we cannot feel except in the extreme.

I loved her in spite of myself. I loved her immeasurably.Infinitely. And I feared that love as much as I feared my own fury at theworld.

Amal,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...

A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day.

Always” is a good word to believe in.

We’re all born with the greatest treasures we’ll ever have in life. One of those treasures is your mind, another is your heart.

I grieved three thousand times. Then I grieved for myself, a lonely woman without the honor given to the wives of the fallen. The reverence for their loss, for their children’s loss. It was eloquent...

For I’ll keep my humanity, though I did not keep my promises. … and Love shall not be wrested from my veins.

The soldiers in my life had raised the bar for bad guys.

For us, fear comes where terror comes to others because we are anesthetized to the guns constantly pointed at us. And the terror we have known is something few Westerners ever will. Israeli occupation exposes...

Under the broken promises of superpowers and under the worlds indifference to spilled Arab blood.