So far away

I wish Palestine didn't feel so far away (yet I'm too exhausted and overwhelmed yet to even imagine going back).

Haaretz just doesn't cut it.



And the tears continue to be shed. They catch me off guard at times, but Palestine is a place never to be forgotten. In joy and in tears, I remember.

And on another note, here's what happens when you wear a shirt which says "Palestine" on it, in Harrisonburg-- I was locking up my bike the other day, right outside Simmons Cut and Tan, where I go for my cheap hair cuts when home. I happened to be wearing my Palestine shirt and was suddenly reminded of it when I looked up from my bike locking to a woman coming right towards me, with the most skeptical and disgusted face. With raised eye brows, and an awful grimace, she marched right in my direction, turning off just steps from plowing right into me and that shirt I could tell she so badly wished was her own.