Proud to carry an origin on my shoulders that does not weigh me down, but propels me forward.
To be Palestinian is to be born with a legacy of history, land, and wind, and to feel it, vibrate, even when life takes you far away.
It is to know that the diaspora is not an uprooting, but a second home that grows around us, guarding the dream of return like a second home that grows around us, protecting the dream of return like a flame that never dies.
To be Palestinian is a responsibility: to resist without losing tenderness, to walk with our wounds, yet never let them define us.
To be Palestinian is to refuse surrender. It is to believe that every day, even the darkest, holds a glimmer of light. It is to love life with defiance, with a strength born from knowing that nothing—not exile, borders, nor distance—can erase a people who continue to imagine their future.
Proud to belong to a history that is not only pain, but also resistance, creativity, culture, and dignity. Proud to carry within me a world that moves between memory and hope, between the home we inhabit today and the one we never stop dreaming of.
To be Palestinian means this: to walk in the present with our hearts turned toward tomorrow, and to know that no one will ever extinguish our right to live, to love, and to return.
