‘I am the one who tears open your ribs for the sake of becoming less of me & more of you / I am the one who cradles the heart inside / tell me to close you up again / I will close you up from the inside’
— haley nichole green, excerpt of the unwell will be fed
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Hiba Kamal Abu Nada (24 June 1991 – 20 October 2023)
Hiba Kamal Abu Nada was a Palestinian poet, novelist, nutritionist and wikimedian. Her novel "Oxygen is not for the dead" won second place in the Sharja Award for Arab Creativity in 2017.
She was killed in Gaza strip by an Israeli airstrike in the 2023 Israel-Hamas war.
Abu Nada was born in Mecca, Saudi Arabia on 24 June 1991 fom a refugee family from Beit Jirja, which was displaced in 1948.
She received a bachelor's degree of biochemistry from Islamic University, Gaza, and a master's degree in clinical nutrition from Al-Azhar University.
She worked for a time at the Rusul Center for Creativity, associated with the al-Amal Institute for Orphans. According to Al-Ayyam, she was "preoccupied with justice, the uprisings of the Arab Spring, and the realities of Palestinian life under occupation."
She published a number of collections of poetry, and a novel, titled al-Uksujīn laysa lil-mawtā (‘Oxygen is not for the dead).
In 2017, she won second place in the 20th annual Sharjah Award for Arab Creativity, held by the United Arab Emirates, for her novel. The book was republished by Dar Diwan in 2021.
Her last post online was on 8 October 2023, when she wrote:
Gaza’s night is dark apart from the glow of rockets, quiet apart from the sound of the bombs, terrifying apart from the comfort of prayer, black apart from the light of the martyrs. Good night, Gaza.
On 20 October 2023, she was killed in the Israel-Hamas war, during an airstrike by the Israeli Air Force, which hit her home in Khan Yunis in southern Gaza. She was 32.
Rest in Power !
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“So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
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swept into a life
deemed ordinary
finding fairy dust
amidst vitamins, tax returns.
moments slip away
extraordinary a rarity
cherished, tucked within
waiting for the spell
to break, all returns
as was in the morning
waveless pools of light
welcoming me back
to everland
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