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Her Olives
Her Olives
Her Olives
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Her Olives

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Possessing a powerful love for both Palestine and its people, Fida Islaih works to understand their struggles as she endures her own. Though she has yet to travel to Palestine, a deep rooted desire to do so inspires her and comes through in her lovely poetry. Join Fida on her poetic journey through life and share her inspiration.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherFida Islaih
Release dateMay 4, 2015
ISBN9781310363559
Her Olives
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Fida Islaih

Fida Islaih is a self published poet and freelance poetry editor. Islaih writes about mental health and cultural experiences. Her faith, experiences and love for nature is the foundation of her poetry. She helps other poets polish their poetry books for self publishing. Aside from her work, she enjoys calligraphy and jigsaw puzzles.

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    Her Olives - Fida Islaih

    Part Six

    Family Owned

    Broken

    Ours

    Fight

    Proud Blood

    Seeing Both Sides

    Jasmine

    Islaih

    Fida

    To My Unborn Child

    Acknowledgments

    Other Books

    About the Author

    Part One

    My Malay Side

    Even with a language barrier


    we have our special bond


    we connect through pictures and food.

    I remember as a little girl


    you let me sleep with you


    each time I’d fall asleep


    stiff, scared to move, but loved

    in your hugs.

    I remember you gave me


    a scarf of yours


    yellow with orange flowers and green trim

    the soft, somewhat rough material


    in my hands or wrapped around my head

    I will always think of you.

    I remember you taking me on a drive

    Going down the street to the market

    The warm, fresh feeling of bread

    being made engulfs me.

    I remember you always


    as I think of my next trip to Malaysia

    to my second home.

    Both Grandmothers

    I remember my grandmother loves to travel

    once went to Palestine


    she didn’t get to meet the extended family

    of her eldest

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