Maya Abu Al-Hayyat

Mahmoud could have been our son.I’d have objected to the nameand, for family reasons, you’d have insisted on it.We could have bought him a crib with a blue quiltand hung spinning musical animalsto coax him to sleep,could have stayed up all night for his first ...

I’ll write about a joy that invades Jenin from six directions,about children running while holding balloons in Am’ari Camp, about a fullness that quiets breastfeeding babies all night in Askar, about a little sea we can stroll up and down in Tulkarem,about eyes that stare ...

heeds no council, offers no rawsolutions, is part and parcel of actionsthat were not taken. Finding out who the killer isis not the point of the murderin the opening scene. For the third time my handsalter the female protagonistbefore the novel even begins. In her ...