“Hungarian Proverb: A dish of cabbages can be heated when it grows cold, but it will never taste the same.” — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
The fish, Even in the fisherman's net, Still carries, The smell of the sea. — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
“It is easy to blur the truth with a simple linguistic trick: start your story from "Secondly." Yes, this is what Rabin did. He… — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
“I tried to put the displacement between parenthesis, to put a last period in a long sentence of the sadness of history, personal and… — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
“In my despair I remember that there is life after death; there is life after death and I have no problem. But I ask:… — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
“Palestine at this moment is not the golden map hanging on a golden chain adorning the throats of women exile. I used to wonder… — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
“And now I pass from my exile to their...homeland? My homeland? The West Bank and Gaza? The Occupied Territories? The Areas? Judea and Samaria?… — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
“When you hear on the radio and read in newspapers and magazines and books and speeches the words 'the Occupied Territories' year after year,… — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
The Danger of a Single Story”, which has resonated with me immensely every time I read it. “Power is the ability not just to… — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
“You look out of the car window on your right and are surprised to find that the narrow, worn strip that carries you has… — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
