My husband, photographer Michael Nye, once photographed in a West Bank Palestinian refugee camp for days, and was followed around by a little girl who wanted to photograph her. Finally, he did — and she held up a stone with a poem etched into it. (This picture appears on the cover of my collection of poems, 19 Varieties of Gazelle — Poems of the Middle East). Through a translator, Michael understood that the poem was “her poem” — that’s what she called it. We urged my dad to translate the verse, which sounded vaguely familiar, but without checking roundly enough, we quoted the translation on the book flap and said she had written the verse. Quickly, angry scholars wrote to me pointing out that the verse was from a famous Darwish poem. I felt terrible.
I was meeting him for the first and last time the next week. Handing over the copy of the book sheepishly, I said: “Please forgive our mistake. If this book ever gets reprinted, I promise we will give the proper credit for the verse.” He stared closely at the picture. Tears ran down his cheeks. “Don’t correct it,” he said. “It is the goal of my life to write poems that are claimed by children.”"
“If you know yourself, then you’ll not be harmed by what is said about you.”"
بشار الاسد يؤكد الوهابية هي اكبر خطر على دول وشعوب المنطقة يعني مش اسرائيل
و ال سعود اكدو ايران هي اكبر خطر على دول وشعوب المنطقة يعني كمان مش اسرائيل
و الامارات اكدت الاخوان هي اكبر خطر على دول وشعوب المنطقة يعني كمان مش اسرائيل
والسيسي اكد حماس هي اكبر خطر على دول وشعوب المنطقة…
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