13 quotes
I'm just about to cross the street to Café Rimon when I see Natalie sitting on the shaded patio and my heart skips, trips and falls over itself.
Writing in a second language...is like wearing someone else's skin, an act akin to religious conversion.
Disappearance/Muteness (2021)
I know about death…Our country is haunted by its dead, weighed down by loss and remembrance.
The Art of Leaving (2019)
Leaving, I discovered, did not cure my displacement, but rather reinforced it.
The Art of Leaving (2019)
Home became the liminal space in between-between identities, between cultures, between languages- and I was content claiming that space as my own, pleased to be different.
The Art of Leaving (2019)
Israel is a very small place, as you know, there’s something that can feel very familial about it, which is both positive and not so positive at different times and different instances.
with Times of Israel (2019)
I would wish that I was the one leaving because that would be better than being left behind
The Art of Leaving (2019)
Jerusalem, a city surrounded by thick forests and rolling hills, where the air was fresh and cool, where everything was ancient, biblical, suffused with meaning. (chapter 18)
Songs for the Brokenhearted (2024)
Being away from home and its prejudice toward the Arabic language allowed my body to remember Arabic, lament what was lost, and reclaim my own Arabness.
Disappearance/Muteness (2021)
Home is collecting stories, writing them down, and retelling them. Home is writing, and it grounds, sustains, and nourishes me. Home is the page. The one place I always, always come back to.
The Art of Leaving (2019)
I was a terrible soldier. That’s the thing with mandatory service—it’s not for everyone, yet everyone has to go.
with Humber Literary Review (2014)
Maybe that's why the two of them felt so connected. Both waiting, both missing an integral part of themselves, the constant ache in their bodies throbbing like a phantom limb. (chapter 16)
Songs for the Brokenhearted (2024)
Whatever resolve and certainty he had felt in the past few weeks had melted away. Strangely, there was some lightness in the unknowing, like a clenched fist had been unfurled. (chapter 34)
Songs for the Brokenhearted (2024)