Category Archives: Nakba
My Name is Palestine: 64 Years Later, Time for Justice!
My name is Falasteen, I am the land from the Mediterranean Sea to the Jordan River. I am the home and only home to my children the Palestinians. Poets celebrate my beauty, my culture and the courage of my children. … Continue reading
A free Palestine: Free from the River to the Sea
A “King’s chair” is touring the world to demand a crippled state for the Palestinian people; a “state” on 20% of our historic homeland, a “state” minus Jerusalem, a “state” drowned in illegal Zionist colonies, a ghetto within ghettos, a … Continue reading
Returning to Jerusalem
Izzat Aziz Maswadeh was among the thousands of Palestinians who on Nakba commemoration day, 15.05.2011, continued the collective march of return to Palestine and to Palestinian homes and villages. Izzat was one of the thousands of Palestinian refugees who continued … Continue reading
63 Years Later, Palestine
63 years later, Palestine, I see you waiting, with a tear that refuses to come down, waiting for the return of your child … waiting for the return of the son, the return of the daughter… waiting for the child … Continue reading
The On-Going Nakba of Palestine … 63 Years Later
They Call it “Independence” … We Call it Nakba
They celebrate the hundreds of massacres their Zionist terror gangs committed against unarmed Palestinian civilians. They celebrate the murder of thousands of Palestinian children and women. They celebrate their Zionist colonies built on the corpses of Palestinians. They celebrate war … Continue reading
Notes from the Olive Harvest
“We lived in a paradise”. My grandmother used to say about Jrash; her village to the west of occupied Jerusalem, her home and only home. “We had lots and lots of trees, countless trees, so many trees that stretched as … Continue reading
To a Child who Dreamt of Freedom
You dreamt of playing with your friends in the streets and alleys of Palestine, you dreamt of playing without fear of F-16s and tanks, you dreamt of playing without blood and tears. You dreamt of running in the streets, up … Continue reading
Our Paradise on Earth
“Yamma, wake up, its morning and we have work to do”. It was the olive harvest season and for over a month the whole family together with the entire village had been spending the day in the olive fields. My … Continue reading
62 Years, 62 Messages: We have A Home and it’s Called Palestine
- – Message 1: While playing one day, I found a beautiful wooden box stacked back in the cupboard. It was well-hidden and surrounded by several sheets as if to protect it from theft or damage. I quietly and carefully … Continue reading




