Mornings in Jenin

by Susan Abulhawa

Menachem Begin, whose features we imitated by squishing our faces, or mocking the gnarly disorder of Golda Meir, the “Old Hag,” as the Egyptians called her. Finally,

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts.

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so he loves also the bow that is stable.