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“This was the Jerusalem whose intent Nur always wondered about: if this land was truly holy, why was she so savagely thirsty for blood?”

“Here Nur was less than human but more than a mere creature, his identity pounced upon, chased, hunted down, and devoured. There was no life in Ramallah because life was a negotiation, and negotiations needed a street, and he was the street”

“My features are as indigenous as anyone else’s among my occupied people, but I’ve gained the system using the value of colonial standards assign them.”

It’s interesting that speaking the language and looking a certain way gets Nur pretty far

This book is about do you live in the past or present. I’m curious to see how this tension plays out

“She cut me to the quick without even realizing she was sacrificing me to my memories, which are still eating away at me”

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