My mom, a woman with complex #disabilities, has gotten used to me photographing her about once a week, as part of my activism in making women with disabilities visible. Today I came for a visit, and didn’t remember our weekly ritual. Through pantomime and her 30-40 word vocabulary, she protested and demanded a photo. These are… Read More why it’s important to talk disabilities
How do you know if a #poem is “good”? the most important element of any poem is whether it succeeded in moving me as a reader and evoking an emotional response in me. The following is a poem written by my dearest friend, Ahmed Maswadeh. I don’t usually share the work of others here, but this time I… Read More my dancing leg – poem by Ahmed Maswadeh
As a feminist activist, I am contacted regularly by international volunteers, interns, and researchers who are doing research on feminism. I usually don’t like the end result, as my quotes are all too often taken out of context. This time, however, I was glad that the researcher made extra effort and worked with me, meeting… Read More Interview with me about my feminist activism
my close friends know that when i completely run out of words, that’s when the poetry flows out of my soul on its own. but right now, even poetry is failing me. All i have is one line, words that are swimming in my mind in an endless loop, hitting the walls of my brain… Read More when you become a third-person narrative
I wrote the War is not my Language الحربُ ليست لُغتي poem on 19 July 2014, during the military attack on Gaza, accompanied by a small photography project. Today, I decided to make my first attempt at spoken word, recorded it and uploaded it to Soundcloud. You can listen to it here: War is not my… Read More War is not my Language – الحربُ ليست لُغتي
I wrote this poem two days after my friend, Ahmed, who was protesting non-violently in Al Quds (I had his live-stream where I could hear him shouting “We are non-violent” both in English and Hebrew). In another live-stream, he tried to get inside Al Maqased hospital to donate blood, and in return, he got a… Read More calling Jerusalem Haifa Amman
‘How the hell do you hold things together when all of a sudden you have to free hours upon hours every day to take care of your disabled mother? And now this stupid war. How do you make room in your life for a war?’ Nairouz, a Palestinian woman from Haifa in her 40s, has… Read More “Six Weeks – The Summer of 2006” in Verity La Literary Magazine
