After dinner, when Baba goes to wash up, I tug on Mama’s sleeve. “When you go,” I say, “how will I know who I am?”
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Love will reinvent you. I am made from all the people who love me. I know exactly who I am. Why do you still believe we are made out of images and not hearts? Are we all martyrs? My brother will take seven. Only God can dissolve me. Only God can judge me.
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If a call for a “no-state solution” is theoretically valid anywhere, the current situation in Palestine provides us with empirical verification that humanity benefits more from the absence of the state than from its existence.
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