A review by cleothegreat
Mornings in Jenin by Susan Abulhawa

5.0

‘ “The roots of our grief coil so deeply into loss that death has come to live with us like a family member who makes you happy by avoiding you, but who is still one of the family. Our anger is a rage that Westerners cannot understand. Our sadness can make the stones weep. And the way we love is no exception, Amal. “It is the kind of love you can know only if you have felt the intense hunger that makes your body eat itself at night. The kind you know only after life shields you from falling bombs or bullets passing through your body. It is the love that dives naked toward infinity’s reach. I think it is where God lives.”
In the long wait for one another and in the sacred love nestled in war, Yousef and Fatima had discovered this secret.’

I cried my eyes out reading this book. so profoundly moving.

from the river to the sea