“Ah, If only the sky were real!” said one man slithering in between two bombs.

“We believe in life. Even in the midst of all this death. May he see better days and grow up to be a free man.”

A cell is a home where both innocent and criminal can be, you just be whatever, I will fight your battle from cell to hell to be free, to demand justice.

Sitti Threads is for my own Sitto and all Palestinian grandmothers and mothers who share with them a piece of Palestine every day.

…numbers are impersonal and often numbing. What they don’t convey are the daily personal struggles and triumphs, the tears and the laughter, and the aspirations that are so universal that if it weren’t for the context…

I am still alive. I am still alive. I am still alive. I am still alive. I am still alive.

Still, there will come a day when this moment will be marked in history books as the shameful rallying of imperial, settler colonial statesbehind a violent, racist, apartheid settler colony regime, one that is founded and sustained on the domination and oppression of the Indigenous Palestinian people of the land...

During the gen0cide, we watched dozens of premature babies removed from their incubators after a power failure. They were laid next to each other facing death at any minute because fuel and electricity had been prevented by the Occupa*ion from entering Al-Shifa Hospital.

it's been there now for 12 years

flowering in a paintbox made of mauves

and frank purple little white clit

singing come and get me to the bees

'We have come to realise that it is through words and writing that the Zionist movement managed to occupy Palestine well before the actual infiltration that ended in occupying the whole land of Palestine killing and displacing millions of Palestinian unarmed civilians…”

I belong there. When heaven mourns for her mother, I return heaven

to her mother. And I cry so that a returning cloud might carry my tears.

Turn off the lights in every room / sit in the inner hallway of the house / away from the windows / stay away from the stove / stop thinking about making black tea / have a bottle of water nearby / big enough to cool down / children’s fear / get a child’s kindergarten backpack and stuff…

mother they will not make me forget

they cannot silence this tongue

these stories

from your womb to my womb

The losses of precious lives have been heart-wrenching, yet I believe that Gaza will remain beautiful amidst the ashes and smoke.

It's a place filled with cherished memories and loved ones.

This work speaks about the number of martyrs who sacrificed their souls for the Palestinians. How much this struggling people has endured with this occupation that has continued to destroy them all this time. May God grant victory to our people in Palestine.

Write my name on my leg, Mama

When the bomb hits our house

When the walls crush our skulls and bones

our legs will tell our story, how

there was nowhere for us to run

The roots of the tree travel deep into the hill which is also divided into pieces or frames.

Behind barbed wire a large pale yellow and dusty Teddy bear with a Palestinian flag, a dusty doll with red hair, a smaller dusty bear with pale pink ears and another yellow dusty teddy bear sit in a row amongst grey rubble. Behind them is a Keffiyeh soaked in red.

It’s detached and hence, I tell myself, lesser. It’s the reaction to observing from a distance atrocities that are so constant that the ability to feel has become compromised.

Mahmoud’s animation ‘Freedom is mine’, won Best Animation Film Award at Buddha International Film Festival, India, 2022.