Only love grew
Nahida Izzat
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When I was a little girl
My home was a tree-trunk
On a white cloud
Up…up… in the sky
In this world of mine
The sun shone forever
All seasons were spring
And love grew everywhere
In gardens… on trees
In the streets
On roof tops
In the rivers
In people’s hearts
And on their tongues
Visitors to my world
Wondered how
And why
Hate didn’t grow
Hate couldn’t grow
The secret was
In this world of mine
People could read
Each other’s minds
So, they came to understand
How others feel
What others mean
Why others do
And where others stand
That’s why
In this beautiful world of mine
Only love grew
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Nahida Izzat: "I am -Jerusalem born- Palestinian refugee living in exile for over 40 years. I was forced to leave my homeland, Palestine at the age of seven during the six-day war.
I am a mathematician by profession but art is one of my favourite pastimes, I love hand-made things, so I make dolls, cards, and most of my own clothes.
I also write poetry, and participate in dialogues with known and unknown friends as I believe that communication is the first step of understanding, I believe in building bridges not walls.
My shy and extra sensitive nature hinders me from public speaking, so I try to compensate for my shortcomings by writing! I started writing about three years ago when my friends insisted I should write about my memories, experiences, and my feelings as a Palestinian. So I self published two books (I Believe in Miracles and Palestine, The True Story) [Biographical information: Growing Gardens for Palestine]
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