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FRAGMENT
When the world chose to feign ignorance, these poems stand in solidarity with the suffering of Palestine, a testament to the resilience of its people. A young girl's defiant cry against brutality, this collection weaves tender moments of love and loss, seeking solace in the divine. Each farewell leaves a lingering memory, and the rain reflects our longings. Divided into two sections, part protest, part prayer, the book weaves together two distinct yet interconnected narratives: one that bears witness to the struggles of Palestine and another that explores the universal themes of love, loss, faith, and mortality. Through lyrical language and poignant imagery, this collection bears witness to the beauty found in impermanence and the enduring spirit of Palestine
FROM BEIRUT TO JERUSALEM
In 1982, Ang Swee Chai, a Penang-born orthopaedic surgeon, flew to the shattered city of Beirut in Lebanon after the Sabra and Shatila massacre. She arrived as a surgeon to heal the wounded, yet she soon became a witness to a tragedy that would forever mark her memory. Amid the ruins and the countless deaths, she listened to stories of suffering, loss, and extraordinary endurance. Her journey from Beirut to Jerusalem reveals the fragile humanity that persists even in the darkest moments of warāa quiet yet powerful testimony to memory, justice, and compassion.
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