“The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat, The second shatters the walls of my loneliness, The third explores the dry rivulets of my soul Searching for legends of five thousand scrolls. With the fourth the pain of past injustice vanishes through my pores. The fifth purifies my flesh and bone. With the sixth I commune with the immortals. The seventh conveys such pleasure I am overcome. The fresh wind blows through my wings As I make my way to Penglai.” WayFirstsSoulPainPastPleasureFiveLonelinessWindWallThousandThirdsOvercomingWingsInjusticeLipsBlowBonesFleshMy SoulCupsMy WayTeaDryThroatLegendsFourthFifthSoul SearchingCaressCommunesDry Lips Author:Lu Tong
“Doesn't the world see the suffering of millions of Palestinians who have been living in exile around the world or in refugee camps for the past 60 years? No state, no home, no identity, no right to work. Doesn't the world see this injustice?” WorldYearsHas BeensStatesHomePastSufferingMillionsIdentityInjusticeAround The WorldCampsPalestinianRefugeeExileRefugee CampsPalestinian Refugees Author:Ismail Haniyeh