For The Arabs In Israel There Is

We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And I Am No Traveller

We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.

One Day, I Will Be A Poet. Water Will Depend On My Visions.

The Importance Of Poetry Is Not Measured, Finally, By What The Poet Says But By How He Says It.