The colonial world is a world divided into compartments.

Do you know what shatat [displacement] means? Do you know what it means to me to line up each and every day in front of the checkpoint awaiting [the Israeli occupation soldier's] approval, so as to pass and go to school? Do you know what it means as a ka binet [young woman] to stand in line on your way back from school each day, enduring harassment by soldiers and taxi drivers, seeing your teacher humiliated, your brother beaten, and your father looking like an idiot, searching for a new lie to convince the soldiers to give him permission to reach his shop in Jerusalem? Do you know what this Wall has caused me, how much pain it has brought to people I love, how much land and wells it has grabbed from my family? Now the Jews live outside the Wall, walking freely in our streets, enjoying our land, drinking our water. They built it to live! To have more freedom, and [to enslave us more] … But you know what? They are the slaves and we are the free people. I still do what I want to do, reach school, write on the Wall, drive the soldiers crazy and, as long as I can still sing for Palestine, I remain free.

They classify us like animals, I have a blue Jerusalemite ID like my mother, but my brothers have a green ID and the rest of the family has an orange one. […]