Old Bethlehem Folklore Museum a traditional Palestinian living room

Aida misses her family home—
Which was demolished after
The furniture and everything else
Was stolen in 1948;
Including history…
Which is always told by the victor.
Twisting the past into yarns— 
Wool so knotted it can’t be recognized;
Its deceptive tenacity, tangled up
In sticky fur balls,
Flea ridden itch so intense,
Blood oozes from constant scratching.
The victors fall into the graves they made
For the other—
Their past, now questioned,
As the truth is told about Palestine.
Aida and her children
Seek compensation
And restitution
For the war crimes and theft
Of their land,

Passers by in Passing Words

Palestinians forbidden to walk on jewish only roads

Palestinians are forbidden from walking and driving on “Jewish only” roads.

O those who pass
Between fleeting words—
Carry your names,
And be gone—
Rid our time of your hours,
And be gone—

Steal what you will
From the blueness of the sea,
And the sand of memory;
Take what pictures you will,
So that you understand
That which you never will:
How a stone from our land
Builds the ceiling of our sky.

From you— steel and fire,
From us… our flesh.
From you— yet another tank,
From us… stones.
From you— teargas,
From us rain…

It is time for you
To be gone—
Live wherever you like,
But do not live among us.

It is time for you
To be gone—
Die wherever you like,
But do not die among us;
For we have work to do
In our land.

So leave our country,
Our land, our sea,
Our wheat, our salt, our wounds:
Everything, and leave—
The memories of memory
O those who pass
Between fleeting words!

by Palestinian Poet, Mahmoud Darwish

Passers by in Passing Words