Life Through Her Eyes

I keep typing and erasing I’m afraid to hope any more I’m scared to think of what’s to come The thirty-first in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

I keep repeating myself I keep repeating myself What a broken record I must be The thirtieth in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

What scares you most? Is it that I still exist? Is it that I still find ways to get under your skin? The twenty-ninth in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

The year I was born, Israel imposed a blockade on Gaza by land, air, and sea At age two, I survived a 22-day attack on Gaza; Israeli forces killed 1,385 Palestinians including 318 children The twenty-eighth in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

Palestinians expelled from their homes = 1,900,000 Homes destroyed = 70% Palestinians facing famine= 1,100,000 Palestinians killed or missing =42,488 . The twenty-seventh in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

He loves me, I love him too We both love her a lot more We will both choose her over each other ... The twenty-sixth in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

Hand in hand We walk on the beach with sand touching our bare feet Our baby boy “George” is running around When he’s distracted you steal a kiss The twenty-fifth in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

- My dream? I have too many… My biggest dream is to go back in time and change everything. The twenty-fourth in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

If pride is to be tough, teach me oh dear sir The coldness, distance and disconnect you grasp I wish to have The twenty-third in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

As I lay in my bed, with the lights off, I'm practicing meditation and gratitude, my mind wonders off. You're supposed to try and bring yourself back to its state of meditation, the more I'm trying the harder it's getting. Finally, I give up and let my mind control itself. The twenty-second in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

Like reaching for water in the desert Or grasping for air underwater Loving you is an “almost” feeling I can almost call you mine The twenty-first in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej

You can't stop being one, you do not want to stop! Despite you never seeing the sea Despite you never walking safe Despite you never breathing free The twentieth in a series from Palestinian artist and writer Rand Sayej