We suffer from an incurable disease called hope
Hope of freedom and independence
Hope of a normal life where we are neither hero nor victim
Hope to see our children go to school without fear for their lives
Hope that pregnant women give birth to live babies, In a hospital and not a still-born at a military checkpoint,
Hope that our poets will appreciate the beauty of the color red In roses rather than blood
Hope that this land recovers its ancient name of land of love and peace.
Thank you for sharing the weight of this hope with us.
Mahmoud Darwish
(All Photos: Mahmoud Ajjour, The Palestine Chronicle)
