We have a thing for birds in our family.
Small, crooked birdhouses have dotted the fig tree in my parents’ backyard for as long as I can remember.
My father once startled me when he shouted with sheer excitement to …
Songs of the Sunbirds
Songs of the Sunbirds
“Songs of the Sunbirds” cover art by Tamara Al-Barq
Recipes
Auntie Arwa’s Palestinian Mini Cookbook by Arwa Ghannam
Teta’s Mane’eesh Recipe by Noor V. Aerbay
Maqluba Recipe by Tahani Ali
Art/Video
“To the Cousin from Yaffa” by Yara Ghabayen
“Settler …
Israel is Cancer
This video was shot while visiting Palestinian cities, towns, and camps, where I witnessed both the beauty of Palestine and the violations done by the Israeli occupation.
Music by Shalabi Younis and Ghazal Ghrayeb
My name is Nagham Ayyad, and
When the Birds Joined In
When the outside world got real quiet at the start of the pandemic in 2020, the birds came out in the city. It was the morning when I heard the birds chirping outside my window that I noticed how quiet …
The wall is the first thing you see
This is me infront of the wall of apartheid.
I went there to witness the harsh truth that confronts us. Take a look at the Palestinian symbols drawn, the Palestinian flag, and the names of martyrs and prisoners. All of …
To the Cousin from Yaffa
8×8, watercolor on paper
At the start of the aggression, my friend Rafi Saqer was one of the people that helped me stay hopeful. They gave me a sense of family away from home and reminded me the importance of …
Settler Colonialism in the Heart of Hebron City
This video shows many pictures and shots from the Old City of Hebron, which is occupied by the Israeli army and where settlers established settlements in the homes of the people of the Old City. Also, the video shows many …
Where Doves Fly
Goodbye, O mourning one
I am to fly home and leave
you here with your thoughts and
sorrows.
I will be sure to kiss the skies,
nest on the olive trees
and feast from our land.
Goodbye, O free one,…
Palestinian Men like Thorns
You call a rose beautiful,
But vilify its thorns like you do Palestinian men
You call daisies weeds and pluck each petal
saying,
He loves me, he loves me not
Each daisy a Palestinian child at its yellow core,
Like …
We are of the land
We bleed to death
On pavements,
On roads,
On land
That welcomes us
In homecoming.
For what else are we,
But the land personified,
In drops of blood?
What else are we
But the lineage of the grains of sand…
