لكن المنـفى ينبت مرة أخرى كالحشائـش البرية تحت ظلال الزيتـون | Exile sprouts anew, like untamed grass beneath the shade of olive trees

For all the Palestinians on hunger strikes in Israeli prisons

Excerpts from We Call to the Eye & the Night

You line your shoes by the door.

The limits of empathizing with your occupier

my body, young, averting / believing its own dream / of an earth that was / never hers.

I need memory to be boundless, then. More infinite than.

A familial haunting returns a Palestinian writer to Arabic.

Elsewhere, a new history / Of touch, not pitted against the land.

I needed the concoctions F poured to quiet the things that grated and grew wilder each year—the confusion of being part white in an Arab country, part Arab in an expat world.

What kind of exhibit on revolutionaries would it be without a living Palestinian? The rub of course is there are so few of you.

Grappling with the burden of keeping a legacy alive in the face of occupation and erasure

And finally smashing the eggshells after thirty-five years on my tiptoes

The looming threat of yet another mass expulsion of Palestinians from their homeland is ever present, especially today.

a sunburn the shape of the settler dictator’s face on everyone who will claim /
FREE PALESTINE’s earth but not FREE PALESTINE’s skin

What does home look like
for Asian Americans in New York City?

What does it mean for a Palestinian living in the United States to resist?

North Korean poetry, slavery and life insurance, and the photography of Japanese incarceration.

The feeling of being claimed is halfway to feeling home, even if on the inside I’ve often felt like I didn’t quite belong.

An 11-year-old boy was forced to grow up fast when occupying Israeli soldiers seized his tiny Palestinian village.

At this point I will disobey and say / you are free to go if you choose. Choice is a complicated part of describing / Palestinian heroes or terrorists.

‘i contour my face with sand & it is war paint on the wrong body. i puncture my nostril with steel & that is a war crime on the wrong body.’

Superheroes of color, Arabelle Sicardi, sci-fi films from the global south, Molly Crabapple’s Abu Dhabi, Ferguson, n+1 takes on Tao Lin, and more.

An interview with spoken word duo DarkMatter on radical desis, the legacy of Partition, Twitter poems and The Perks of Being a Wallflower

The legacy of an intellectual friendship in an age of Islamophobia—on the 10-year anniversary of Said’s death.