words from the soul
The flutters intensify every year as we light the last candle. Eight flames burning is the signal; the moment we start counting down the week until our baby’s birthday, three days before his death. This year, my womb contracted wildly with the news of another boy torn from his mother too early… too violently. I held my … Continue reading Mourning my Son with no Name
Most times...I write. I write what I feel and I pour my own heart into words on a page that someone may read on the other side of a screen where perceptions and life experiences will slowly change the words my heart meant to say into words you understand your way... But this time... My … Continue reading My Heart Writes
The world is bleeding. She is heaving her last breath...convulsing in pain...as she tries to heal wounds she doesn't know how to lick. She has been beheaded...stabbed...shot... She had been blown to bits...burned alive...ravaged... She has been raped...sold...defiled... She has been trampled on...spit on...stoned... She has been through every imaginable torture...and even more unimaginable deceits... … Continue reading Our Dying World
They want me to live in fear as great as their hate To cower as I walk To tremble every day. But I will not. For I am stronger than they can ever understand Taller than I seem Fearless as I'll ever be. I represent love Beauty Peace. I am filled with purpose I am … Continue reading I Am Israel
Today, I was on a bus. And I had my headphones on because I like to listen to music on the bus. But the driver... He was in a bad mood...and I couldn't tell why. I didn't know if it was because he had a fight with his wife...forgot his lunch at home...had to go … Continue reading Intifada: Take Three
Colloquially Speaking 