We Suffer From An Incurable

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

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.

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.

One Day, I Will Be A Poet. Water Will Depend On My Visions.

My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And I Am No Traveller