Wednesday 13/12/2023
If life is cheap, why does she embrace this beauty in her arms? If she does not want her children, and watches them being cut off at the garden gates, then why does she extend her beauty to them? Perhaps she has lost her mind, and delirium has reached its final point.
If life is cheap, why does she embrace this beauty in her arms? If she does not want her children, and watches them being cut off at the garden gates, then why does she extend her beauty to them? Perhaps she has lost her mind, and delirium has reached its final point. Restricted veins still pulsing. Each scratched person, like an angel of mercy, walks into someone's quarters to draw the curtain on their final scene.
The fire rises high and the place is not enough for love. It is much smaller than all the love the mind imagines. If every husband gave his wife a kiss, the hospital would become a police station. The sky between love and fire gives space. The one who carries the child must carry him well, so that memories do not scatter from his wounded head. The one who resists himself must remember himself.
The mother nurses the children with her milk, just as the mother used to put pebbles in the pot. Yet despite all this death, my mother’s pot was full. “Maqluba” is a dish that expresses the fabric of our Palestinian identity and resistance. It was our relief! Maybe there’s a person sitting in his chair, cigarette lit, burning his words with it, saying, “How can a dish express resistance?”
You will not know this feeling until someone tries to steal your history and attribute it to themselves. Only then will you know that every time you cook your food, you are resuscitating something inside you that they could never kill.
It was a space that has been absent from our souls for over 50 days now. We felt as though we had returned to ourselves; to the living room, and Fridays, waiting for everyone at one table after prayers, at home, with the average Friday arguments. No home goes without an argument on Friday, and the theme for the evening, “What is the reason for the argument?”
I miss the balcony and our bald neighbor’s garden and evenings with friends. I miss the sea at dawn and at night. The irritating quiet of the balcony, and all the things I left behind me….
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The coffee cup gifted by my friend, although I don’t drink coffee. But there was a phrase by Um Khalthoum written on the cup, “Often those eyes have kept me busy.” I want those eyes to keep me busy from the ashes.
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December 13
