“We were existing somewhere between life and death, with neither accepting us fully.” — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
“How was it that a man could not walk onto his own property, visit the grave of his wife, eat the fruits… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
We come from the land, give our love and labor to her, and she nurtures us in return. When we die, we… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
“Arab society revolves around the extended family. No one had “no family.” But Palestinians, who became scattered and dispossessed following the Nakbe,… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
“He took in a premeditated breath, closed his eyes, and exhaled into the nye at his lips, playing a new tune. It… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
“Toughness found fertile soil in the hearts of Palestinians, and the grains of resistance embedded themselves in their skin. Endurance evolved as… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
“But in our camp, his story was everyone’s story, a single tale of dispossession, of being stripped to the bones of one’s… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
Do you know, Mother, that Haj Salem was buried alive in his home? Does he tell you stories in heaven now? I… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
“Dr. Shammaa’s story was a dreadful one and her voice broke as she told it. “I had to take the babies and… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
“I have always found it difficult not to be moved by Jerusalem, even when I hated it—and God knows I have hated… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
“On September 16, in defiance of the cease-fire, Ariel Sharon’s army circled the refugee camps of Sabra and Shatila, where Fatima and… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
Israeli occupation exposes us very young to the extremes of our emotions, until we cannot feel except in the extreme. — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“I have always found it difficult not to be moved by Jerusalem, even when I hated it—and God knows I have hated it for… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“I grieved three thousand times. Then I grieved for myself, a lonely woman without the honor given to the wives of the fallen. The… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
Do you know, Mother, that Haj Salem was buried alive in his home? Does he tell you stories in heaven now? I wish I… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“Baba was gone forever. My mother kept waiting for him until the day she died, just as she waited to return home, just as… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“When I was a child, Haj Salem told me that answers can be found in the sky if you look long and hard enough.” — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky.” — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
An instant can crush a brain and change the course of life, the course of history. — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“Yousef had only been gone forty days, but he looked ten years older. His body had become slight, and seeing him like that put… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“Life had collected her pieces and returned her to love’s source. There had been no coincidence.” — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“Though they lived with the indignities of dispossession and military occupation, Huda sang with an unassailable freedom that comes only to those with unwavering… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“Still, the refugee camp of Jenin remained as it had been, a one-square-mile patch of earth, excised from time and imprisoned in that endless… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“How was it that a man could not walk onto his own property, visit the grave of his wife, eat the fruits of forty… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
“He took in a premeditated breath, closed his eyes, and exhaled into the nye at his lips, playing a new tune. It was not… — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share
