I Love Women Whose Hidden

Exile Is More Than A Geographical Concept. You Can Be An Exile In Your Homeland, In Your Own House, In A Room.

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

To Be Under Occupation, To Be Under Siege, Is Not A Good Inspiration For Poetry.

Nothing, Nothing Justifies Terrorism.

The Stars Had Only One Task: They Taught Me How To Read. They Taught Me I Had A Language In Heaven And Another Language On Earth.