Can you hear me, you there,
behind the wall?
Have angels fluttered in your heart,
in the wasteland of your soul, in the sky?
Is there still a sky? Is there soil, fields, tender grass to eat?
Are there still infants to be thrown out of incubators to be killed?
Am I freer here under siege than they are
over there? Is my dream sweeter than any dream,
simpler, more beautiful?
Maybe I'm still better off,
and so, I thought I'd ask.
—Ibrahim Nasrallah, One Hundred Questions and More: A Child in Gaza Asks You, tr. Huda Fakhreddine
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