“It took the world 197,000 years to make me. My dna formed leisurely across centuries, like a slow-cooked meal. My nose preceded me into the world, as did my hands, my short temper, the locks of my hair, my thirst for poetry and books, how quickly I grow bored, and my struggle to fall in love. My peculiar mind must have inhabited another woman’s body before I came around. I have sailed from eternity to the world of questions: my consciousness in one hand, and my fear in another.” SelfBodyPoetryFearConsciousnessPersonalityPoemQuestioningGenetics Author:Dalia Taha
“Driving home from work, our white and yellow plates will clog the streets; at the checkpoints, cars will stretch far into the distance; and on the bypass roads, orange buses will sit heavy with students. The trees have always known better— they let strange winds rush into their arms; they cast borders and then they reverse them.” PoetryFearPoemBordersSuspicionTreesPalestineRejectingWelcomingCheckpoints Author:Dalia Taha
“In this body, I possess bones, flesh, brown eyes, and I suffer beneath the skies of consciousness and stars. I spend all my time asking questions if only to imagine a companion along the road.” BodyPoetrySufferingConsciousnessPoemCompanionshipQuestions Author:Dalia Taha
“Every book grants you the language you need to make contact with something you had no idea even existed: a tree’s pores, a fox’s nose, sadness on a face, a nation’s suffering. Look how beautiful you look as you read.” WorldPoetryReadingLanguageBeautyLearningBooksPoem Author:Dalia Taha