Nathalie Handal

July 29, 2014 Nathalie Handal Gaza Once in a tiny strip dark holes swallowed hearts and one child told another  withdraw your breath  whenever the night wind  is no longer a land of dreams The Gazans I died before I lived I lived once in a grave now I’m told it’s not big enough to hold all of my deaths Tiny Feet A mother looks at another— a sea of small bodies burnt or decapitated around them— and asks, How do we mourn this?

Imagine you are a Palestinian academic or a student

The Islamic University of Gaza bombed by Israeli F16 warplanes, August 02, 2014. (Photo: Mustafa Hassona/Anadolu Agency/Getty Images) Nazmi Al-Masri on August 12, 2014 Over the one-year period from July 2013 to July 2014, I was supposed to participate in six international academic conferences and meetings as a partner in four international projects: three EU-funded projects (two from Erasmus-Mundus, one Tempus) and one BritishArts and Humanities Research Council-funded project. Because of the siege and the current war, I could not participate in any of these academic gatherings, which were held in the UK, France, Spain, Germany, Jordan, and Cyprus....