When you love a Palestinian woman,
the essence of resistance seeps into your existence;
you comprehend
the meaning of persistence.
In her eyes you may see
residues of a tear,
but never
a sign of fear.
When you love a Palestinian woman,
your heart is tuned
to the beat of a heart
that can never forget.
You travel far;
you walk the narrow streets of
in the footsteps of Jesus,
carrying his cross, cleaning his wounds, wiping his sweat.
When you love a Palestinian woman
you love every wave
that kisses the shores of her land,
every olive tree in
every particle of salt
in the
When you love a Palestinian woman,
you love a smile
mysteriously mixed with pain unknown to others;
and a laugh that was choked
when the land was separated from its faithful lovers.
When you love a Palestinian woman
you love a spirit
that inherited the will to stand,
and eyes
that terrify guards at check-points,
in a way no man can.
How can any man love
but a Palestinian woman?
Ehab Lotayef