Articles tagged "Palestinian Literature"


Crossing Language Boundaries in Palestine’s Emerging-Writer Workshops

PalFest – the Palestine Festival of Literature – took place this year in the last week of May. It was the festival’s sixth year and, as in other years, it flew in more than a dozen artists…...

Life without Me

What hurts me in all this is that my parents will be forced to bury me before themselves. I feel guilt gnawing at me. I do not know who vomited out this hypothesis, in between the cheap maxims and philosophies…...

The Tragedy of Narcissus The Comedy of Silver

They returned… from the end of the long tunnel to their mirrors…they returned when they recovered their brothers' salt, single or in groups, they returned from the myths of defending…...

House Work

-1- How often did I go in the morning to Thursday's market. I bought our house supplies, and chose an orchid and mailed the letters. A rain made me wet and filled me with the scent of oranges. Did…...

Nora in Wonderland

Unlike Alice's adventures, Nora's didn't start with the appearance of a late and harried rabbit, checking its waistcoat watch. In fact, hers began immediately after her birth, which was sometime…...

Transformations in Palestinian Literature

Leo Tolstoy prefaced his Anna Karenina with the following statement: "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." Palestinians today are unlucky enough to be counted…...

Time, Place, and Identity in the Literature of the “1948 Region”

A contemporary, retroactive review of the cultural identity of the Palestinian Arabs living inside Israel can form a basis for the critical study of the literary culture of this geographic area that is…...

Mordechai’s Mustache and His Wife’s Cats

Mordechai is a simple person, like tens of thousands of others in Tel Aviv (though he would insist that there are few like him there). He enjoys living his easy and comfortable life, gives no one grief,…...

Silence

Throngs of sound advance toward the little girl, each throng attempting to reach her ears first before the others, to come down on them like a gavel, and her ears take them all in. After her brother screams,…...

Rababa

With the arrival of the first signs of spring at the end of the second month of the year, on the third day after the rains had stopped, the rababa1 appeared at the military checkpoint, and what is meant…...

My City’s Ceiling Is Too Tight

I am now overflowing beyond my name, beyond my body and going out of my details to the pain of place while my heart is as cool as a cloud, a lonely female. As for my hands, they protect my heart from an…...

Diary

Mahmoud Darwish has recently begun a diary: a daily record of reflections, observations, and intimate personal commentary on the ordinary life of Palestinians today. The following sections were among fourteen…...

Longing Inspired by the Law of Gravity

Time's out and I'm home alone with the shadow I cast Gone is the law of the universe, scattered by frivolous fate Nothing to hold down my things Nothing to weigh them to the floor My possessions…...

The Shoes

Perhaps it is merely a clever joke, but it has become a story, everybody's story. No one knew why Nizar insisted on going to Ramallah. The situation is not encouraging—the military checkpoints,…...

Still Life: Scenes in Gaza Time

Discovery He discovered suddenly that Gaza had a sea-a big sea too. It was blue-like a dark-colored painting-and in the evening the sun resembled a giant orange plunging into the watery abyss as it disappeared…...

Is This Home?

In the days prior to my return I had decided to assume a cool demeanor and contemplate my country as a tourist might, and not as a rapturous and homesick returnee. I wanted to hold the moment in my hands,…...

Jameel Bouthaina, and I

We grew older, Jameel Bouthaina and I, each alone, in two separate eras . . . It is time that does what sun and wind do: it polishes us then kills us whenever the mind bears the heart's passion, or…...

from Picture, Icon, Old Testament

The story began for me when I fled a family marriage arranged by my mother's brother. In rebellion, I accepted a post in a forgotten village at the city's far perimeter. But my troubled conscience,…...

Nothing but Iraq (March 29, 2003)

I remember as-Sayyab screaming into the Gulf in vain: Iraq, Iraq. Nothing but Iraq. And nothing but an echo replies I remember as-Sayyab, in that Sumerian space A woman triumphed over the sterility of…...