The Palestinian today is a human slingshot and the stone in hand is the wrath of the land upon the cruel invader.
To have endured close to seven remorseless decades of daily brutality and death and to not have surrendered deserves earnest applause and fecund tears from the high sky. The patient ones are rewarded by the gods, they say. If this be true, then the enduring practice of Sumud has by now become an added survival organ in the Palestine body. Sumud as dear and silent clinging to life. A fixated insistence on justice. Sumud as higher love. The virtue that needs to be taught to child and suffering hostage alike.