June 13, 2026

We have on this earth what makes life worth living." — Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness

Darwish wrote this during the 1982 Israeli siege of Beirut, when Palestinian refugees were being shelled and displaced for what felt like the final time. He was surrounded by a community facing erasure — their land, their neighbors, their daily routines all under threat — and yet he wrote toward what remained worth holding onto. The line is not abstract hope. It points to something specific: the people, the bread, the ordinary moments that make a place feel like yours. It speaks to belonging today because it reminds us that community is not a concept but a collection of concrete things we can name.