Luna Saeed

“She loved beyond measure, When I was young I thought her cold. But in time I came to understand that she was too tender for the world she’d been born into,” I said. Sorrow gave Dalia an iron gift. Behind that hard shelter, she
loved boundlessly in the distance and privacy of her solitude, safe from
the tragic rains of her fate.”
― Susan Abulhawa, Mornings in Jenin

“I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.”
― Susan Abulhawa, Mornings in Jenin

“We were
existing somewhere between life and death, with neither accepting us
fully.”
― Susan Abulhawa, Mornings in Jenin

“How can one find the first moment of love? When,in what instant, does the night’s dark sky become blue?”
― Susan Abulhawa, Mornings in Jenin