Apartheid

By Sara Walid El-Araj Apart yet roots deeply tiedAt home yet displacedFamilies separated, dispersedSince 1948 Her figs and her ancient olive treesThe pebbles in her Holy streetsThe sweet taste of Yaffa’s orangesMejdoul dates and stuffed grape vine leaves The mother of faithsMosques and Churches alikeHand in hand, they love and they feelShe gave birth to