“The Earth is Closing on Us”: The Nakba

The earth is closing on us
Pushing us through the last passage
And we tear off our limbs to pass through.
The earth is squeezing us.
I wish we were its wheat
So we could die and live again.
I wish the earth was our mother
So she’d be kind to us.

I wish we were pictures on the rocks
For our dreams to carry as mirrors.
We saw the faces of those to be killed
By the last of us
In the last defence of the soul.
We cried over their children’s feast.
We saw the faces of those
Who’ll throw our children
Out of the windows of the last space.
Our star will hang up in mirrors.
Where should we go after the last frontiers?
Where should the birds fly after the last sky?
Where should the plants sleep
After the last breath of air?
We will write our names with scarlet steam.
We will cut off the head of the song to be finished by our flesh.
We will die, here in the last passage.
Here and here our blood will plant its olive tree.

Mahmoud Darwish

“That human beings can be born into this type of space, and in fact spend their entire lives in it, begs significant questions regarding the institutional and political structures that allow it to exist. Bearing no responsibility for their status, these people are born into a space of uncertainty, violence and exploitation from which emergence seems an ever-distant possibility.”


This work is one of a suite of works-in-progress which fuse archival images of the Nakba with the poetry of Mahmoud Darwish, the great Palestinian poet who died last year. The Nakba of 1948, (‘catastrophe’ in Arabic), created three quarters of a million Palestinians refugees who fled to Jordan, Syria, Lebanon, the West Bank and the Gaza Strip. The haunting, iconic photographic images of the Nakba evoke the suffering – imprinted forever are the forlorn lines of forsaken people disappearing over the horizon into the unknown, at the beginning of their long journey into dispossession and statelessness. Mahmoud Darwish himself shared that journey, having experienced ethnic cleansing, imprisonment, statelessness and exile.

The UN defines a Palestine refugee as a person whose normal place of residence was Palestine during the period 1 June 1946 to 15 May 1948 and who lost both home and means of livelihood as a result of the 1948 conflict which saw the creation of the state of Israel. Today we use the term, “ethnic cleansing”. There were massacres in some villages and panic spread; most were forced to leave, some with the false promises of return. Driven by fear, they fled with what they could carry and with the keys to their homes. Over 500 villages were destroyed. In 1967 this process was repeated on a smaller scale, making some Palestinians refugees twice. The Iraq war has yet again created a new group of Palestinian refugees. Faced with violence, forced to flee their homes because they had been supported by Saddam Hussein, they live in tents in Iraq at its border with Syria.

Between sixty and seventy percent of the population of Gaza, the most densely populated place in the world, is comprised of internal refugees from cities and towns in the surrounding areas. The city of Nablus in the West Bank is host to Balata, the largest refugee camp in the West Bank. Every Palestinian city has its camps including Jerusalem.

Ask a child, a third generation refugee in a camp in Lebanon or elsewhere where he or she is from and the response will be the name of a village or a city in Israel, the West Bank or Gaza, one that that they have never seen, one that longer exists but is nevertheless home, where they belong, where they will return to. They will show you the keys.

Yes, we must ask how is it that the Palestinians have never been allowed to return after 61 years.