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Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza
by Mosab Abu Toha
"What's your name? Mosab. Where are you from? Palestine. What's your mother tongue? Arabic, but she's sick. What's the color of your skin? There is not enough light to help me see."
"In Gaza, breathing is a task, smiling is performing plastic surgery on one's own face, and rising in the morning, trying to survive another day, is coming back from the dead."
"Their ears hurt when they hear sirens, but we are made deaf by explosions."
"I am neither in nor out. I am in between. I am not part of anything. I am a shadow of something. At best, I am a thing that does not really exist. I am weightless, a speck of time in Gaza. But I will remain where I am."
"But there are some beautiful things around me: there is the sea, there are the clouds, there are flowers and trees and lemons on the trees, and these are things to enjoy, even if it is a momentary thing."
This is a beautiful (and sad) book about the pain, trauma, persistence and perseverance of Palestine and its people, who will always survive, endure and live on.
"In Gaza, breathing is a task, smiling is performing plastic surgery on one's own face, and rising in the morning, trying to survive another day, is coming back from the dead."
"Their ears hurt when they hear sirens, but we are made deaf by explosions."
"I am neither in nor out. I am in between. I am not part of anything. I am a shadow of something. At best, I am a thing that does not really exist. I am weightless, a speck of time in Gaza. But I will remain where I am."
"But there are some beautiful things around me: there is the sea, there are the clouds, there are flowers and trees and lemons on the trees, and these are things to enjoy, even if it is a momentary thing."
This is a beautiful (and sad) book about the pain, trauma, persistence and perseverance of Palestine and its people, who will always survive, endure and live on.