This week we highlighting the work of Palestinian poet, writer, and professor Refaat Alareer. In 2014 he edited a collection of short stories by young writers from Gaza. He was also co-founder of "We Are Not Numbers," a non-profit that aimed to uplift the voices of Palestinian youth living in Gaza and refugee camps. Tragically, Alareer was recently killed in an airstrike in Northern Gaza. We remember his legacy in sharing his work.
"O, Earth" O, Earth Hug me And hold me tight Or devour me To suffer no more. I love thee So take me. Make me rich. Make me dirt. Gone are the days of serenity. Guns are the words of humanity. I have no food but a thorn, No sport but a sigh. For a soldier needs to feel high. O, Earth, If in life I am to hurt Let my dirt in you give birth. O, Earth. |