Here Is Palestine

About this book

Between "the first Mediterranean on the borders of the Nile" and "the olive trees by the well," stretches a bridge of words recognizing no borders. This book is no mere collection of Egyptian vernacular poetry, but a quiet scream rising from the heart of "the generous element"; the Egyptian carrying in his genes an unfailing fidelity, and an element inseparable from Palestine. The work begins with an exploratory journey of self and place, where the poet unravels symbols knotted over thirty or forty years past, dedicating his words to those who entered "the tale" by their own will, not by instinct alone. In its pages, you will find Jerusalem with all its names; from "Iliya" to "Jerusalem" and "the flower of cities," as if the poet redraws the map in ink of ink and light. It is a text refusing to let the reader remain a mere "listener or watcher," pushing him to be a "leader" of his feelings, bearer of his cause, and shaking the dust of helplessness off under a sky full of stars. The book's tone progresses from the mystery of "decoding symbols" to the inspiration of "resistance by the letter," pausing at human details.