Without Hope We Are Lost.

For The Arabs In Israel There Is Always A Tension Between Nationality And Identity.

Without Hope We Are Lost.

I Believe In The Power Of Poetry, Which Gives Me Reasons To Look Ahead And Identify A Glint Of Light.

I Learnt All The Words Worthy Of The Court Of Blood So That I Could Break The Rule I Learnt All The Words And Broke Them Up To Make A Single Word: Homeland.

I See What I Want Of Love... I See Horses Making The Meadow Dance, Fifty Guitars Sighing, And A Swarm Of Bees Suckling The Wild Berries, And I Close My Eyes Until I See Our Shadow Behind This Dispossessed Place... I See What I Want Of People: Their Desire To Long For Anything, Their Lateness In Getting To Work And Their Hurry To Return To Their Folk... And Their Need To Say: Good Morning.