The roots of our grief coil so deeply into loss that death has cometo live with us like a family member who makes you happy by avoidingyou, but who is still one of the family. Our anger is a rage… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky.” — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
An instant can crush a brain and change the course of life, the course of history. — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Life had collected her pieces and returned her to love’s source. There had been no coincidence.” — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
“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 Image
