Sometimes I wonder if there is any hope left for an Israeli-Palestinian discourse that is built on equality and liberty rather than a fruitless discourse of master and servant.
The smell of onion is the most effective thing for relieving stinging eyes irritated by tear gas.
All Israelis think Arabs steal cars.
I always envied them, the owners of the cars with the white plates who can be seen around Jerusalem. I always wanted to be one of them. We call them U.N., even though U.N. are generally foreign correspondents with leased cars and yellow plates.
Israeli independence - what we Arabs call al-Naqba, 'The Catastrophe' - it created Palestinian identity more than anything else.
I can never get to sleep without a book.
Everything in London is quite good, apart from the weather: it's cold and rainy there, and the winter is long.
I don't really wake up in the morning and say, 'Ohmigod, I'm a Palestinian in a Jewish state.' I wake up in the morning and say, 'Ohmigod, I have to make sandwiches for my kids.'
A trip to Tel Aviv is a ritual. I always wear the same clothes to Tel Aviv: black pants and a blue-checked shirt that I bought especially from Ralph Lauren.
Christmas is relentless. It's around the clock. I sit with my little ones in front of the TV screen, and we watch movie after movie after movie.
I'm afraid of a gas leak, although I installed detectors. I'm afraid of a blown fuse that could cause a fire, and that's why I don't turn on electrical appliances at night.
Many Israelis are educating their kids in a very nationalist, powerful identity, since kindergarten - and the Arabs as well.
I really just want to be a writer and a storyteller. But maybe pain is one of the things you have to feel in order to be creative.
As I see it, religion shouldn't interfere in a relationship.
There is really no place for individuals in Israel.
We were, as Arabs in Israel, educated not to leave our villages, in order to protect our identity.
Sometimes I can write very angry columns, but I know that it doesn't work.
I don't know how it works with the Jews, but here in Beit Safafa, as in every self-respecting Arab community that is respected in turn by the state, there are no street names and no house numbers.
I wish I could be proud of being an Israeli citizen, but how can I do that when I'm not really recognized as a full citizen?
After five years of marriage, she is still the most beautiful and attractive woman in the world.
