Mourning my Son with no Name

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

My Heart Writes

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

Our Dying World

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

Intifada: Take Three

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

Tears

  The words are piling up behind my eyes… pushing past resistant eyelids… spilling… letter by letter… down my cheeks… where I angrily brush them aside. I don't want to write… I don't want to feel in text… I don't want to say the things my heart is dictating. So I rub… I destroy the … Continue reading Tears

When Terrorists Die

On December 1, 2001, my husband stood on an unfamiliar street in the heart of an unfamiliar country.  He had just turned eighteen and his life was shit.  He just wanted a little something to numb the pain. This was the place to be, he was told.  Here was the action.  By day, a bustling … Continue reading When Terrorists Die

This Is ISRAEL

I am listening to the radio.  A woman is on.  She is talking about life.  About gratitude.  About unity. She is saying how we are all family.  She is reiterating the need to act as one nation.  To help one another.  To reach out to one another.  To connect with kindness. She is interrupted. AZ'AKA (alarm) … Continue reading This Is ISRAEL

STOP…In The Name Of God

With each report…of sirens…rockets…terror… My heart constricts…shrinks…and trembles… And I try…to be strong…to be fierce…to believe… That this land…our land…my land… Is protected…by a power…an Almighty… Who is determined…to let us…prevail… And as these thoughts…float through my head… They meet another train…of wandering words… That say…that it sounds…eerily similar…to the rhetoric…they use. And I am … Continue reading STOP…In The Name Of God