Mohammed El Kurd<\/a> has been an activist, poet and journalist for as long as I can remember, doing interviews and bringing attention to his birthplace of Sheikh Jarrah in East Jerusalem. He and his twin sister Muna<\/a> have been internationally recognized activists, speaking out about the dispossession of their homes by Israeli settlers since 2009, exactly at the time when they were kicked out of their homes when they were 11. Their family was chased out of Haifa in 1948 and since then has been pushed out of their homes multiple times. His interviews, recordings, and discussions on the violence against Palestinian people has made him a recognized journalist.<\/p>\n El Kurd named his poetry collection \u201cRifqa<\/a>\u201d (Haymarket Books, 2021) after his grandmother, Rifqa El Kurd, who stood strong against the Israeli occupation. Her refusal to be a \u201chumanitarian case\u201d has been a part of El Kurd\u2019s explanation that Palestinians have constantly humanized themselves for the world to care.<\/p>\n This message is constant in \u201cRifqa,\u201d a collection of approximately 100-pages with 30 individual poems that argue Palestinians should not have to prove they are human for the continued occupation, violence and dispossession of their people to stop. As El Kurd says in his poem, \u201cBulldozers Undoing God,\u201d \u201cA soldier as old as a leaf born yesterday \/ pulls a trigger on a woman older than his heritage.\u201d He finishes the poem with: \u201cHere, every footstep is a grave \/ every grandmother is a Jerusalem.\u201d<\/p>\n Through free verse, prose poetry and raw language, El Kurd shares his emotions with readers in a way that makes us reflect on the West and its continued work to erase a whole people\u2019s narrative.<\/p>\n October 7 and the continued tensions in Palestine currently beg us to return to El Kurd\u2019s language. What other voice to hear but the voices the world wants to deny?<\/p>\n Here El Kurd writes in \u201cRifqa\u201d about when his family was pushed out of Haifa: \u201cMy grandmother \u2014Rifqa \u2014 \/ was chased away from the city, \/ leaving behind \/ the vine of roses in the front yard. \/ Sometime when youth was \/ more than just yearning, \/ She left poetry. \/ what I write is an almost. \/ I write an attempt.\u201d<\/p>\n Poetry is not only a claiming narrative here, but a yearning, a wish. Poetry is on the brink. With El Kurd\u2019s language, we are asked to look over the edge and truly see.<\/p>\n El Kurd: \u201cI cried\u2014not for the house \/ but for the memories I could have had inside it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRifqa\u201d is a poetry collection El Kurd has written with open wounds and, at the same time, powerful claims to the Palestinian narrative.<\/p>\n The 30 poems are separated into four parts. Though the stories of displacement, family history and yearning thread throughout all the poems, I felt that the four parts could represent:<\/p>\n El Kurd echoes many writers and singers throughout his work \u2014 namely Mahmoud Darwish, Umm Kalthoum, Audre Lorde<\/a>, Malcolm X<\/a>, even Nicki Minaj. As a reader, I feel I am moving from one space to another as El Kurd fans the focus from Palestine to his experiences in Atlanta, where he studied at Savannah College of Art & Design (SCAD).<\/p>\n Everywhere the themes of colonialism, art and displacement follow him and form a lens on which we see Atlanta, a city of deep history and powerful Black narratives. It\u2019s hard not to see colonialism everywhere, yet he learns how to command the language to speak about pain.<\/p>\n From \u201cLaugh\u201d:<\/p>\n \u201cJerusalem taught me resilience. Atlanta taught me a different kind. I can now bring the funeral to the podium and laugh. My grandmother taught me if we don\u2019t laugh, we cry<\/em>. Atlanta knew that.\u201d<\/p>\n One of the themes intertwined in this collection is the idea that Palestinians have had to prove their humanity to be worthy of saving.<\/p>\n From \u201cAutobiography:\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI used to pimp my pain \/ pawning soldiers for my pleasure \/ It was playtime for the twins \/ Used to pimp my pain \/ Now I merely exploit it \/ I\u2019ve identified the problem ashes where should be dust\u2026\u201d He ends the poem: \u201cWhat does that say about me? This isn\u2019t an epiphany, though \/ Poems aren\u2019t for that.\u201d<\/p>\n These lines reference El Kurd\u2019s young age at 11 when he was interviewed in East Jerusalem after half of his home was overtaken by settlers. When you watch the video<\/a>, you can see him and his sister walking around confidently, showing the camera around the narrow alleys between buildings, describing the neighborhood. Young journalists are born. In one shot, El Kurd and his twin sister Muna see a settler and yell, \u201cSettlers, thieves! Leave the houses!\u201d Then they start to run, their young voices laughing and muffled in the camera.<\/p>\n El Kurd knows how to use language, how to \u201cexploit\u201d his pain \u2014 but he also argues that this dynamic is part of the problem. Why does one have to exploit their pain to receive basic rights, like freedom, security and safety? As a young kid, that was his \u201cplaytime.\u201d Now that he\u2019s older, it seems he\u2019s recognized that the West has demanded their victims play weak and broken to receive recognition. El Kurd refuses to do that. Part of a human\u2019s humanity is dignity.<\/p>\n He also states throughout his collection the function of poetry. It isn\u2019t for epiphanies, as he says in \u201cAutobiography.\u201d The purpose of poetry seems to be different for El Kurd, who declares in \u201cNo Poetry in This\u201d: \u201cThere is no poetry in suicide and \/ no poetry in cigarettes.\u201d<\/p>\n In the face of violence and pain, it seems poetry cannot be found in those places. In this way poetry seems synonymous to beauty, but there is no beauty here. Yet, El Kurd writes, poets still \u201cbreak their lines with threats of triggers.\u201d In this way poetry is an action, even a violent one. Poetry is almost like ammunition, an impulse. Poets can\u2019t help it. And it seems El Kurd finds this sad, in the end, that we must come to poetry at all. If we had peace and basic rights, would poetry be a necessity the way it is now?<\/p>\n El Kurd\u2019s debut collection is a series of raw poems where El Kurd explores the dignity of Palestinians, reflects on his childhood and family history, and tells it how it is. To be erased is not an option for him, is not what his family taught him. As a reader, I can see the yearning in El Kurd\u2019s language, how much he misses his home. He writes: \u201cI have never once felt free anywhere\u201d and \u201cI am but my nostalgia, \/ my sick homesickness.\u201d<\/p>\n There is an expansive list of Palestinian writers and poets who have constantly been speaking out about Gaza. I\u2019ve only included a limited list here, but encourage readers to consider the many poets who don\u2019t garner as much media attention yet write about Palestine every day:<\/p>\n Editorial Note: Read our review of “The Arsonists’ City,” also by Hala Alyan<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n The list can go on and on, as it should. As El Kurd says in an interview with The New Arab<\/a>: \u201cIt’s our obligation to write.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div> At The Rauch Review<\/a>, we care deeply about being transparent and earning your trust. These articles explain why and how we created our unique methodology for reviewing books and other storytelling mediums.<\/p>\n<\/div> El Kurd\u2019s language is accessible to anyone. He uses free verse<\/a> and prose poetry<\/a>, smoothly navigating through the themes of Palestinian dignity, language, family history and his move to Atlanta for school. His prose poems, such as \u201cWhy Do You Speak of the Nakba at the Party?,\u201d are conversational and reflective. As he uses pronouns like \u201cwe\u201d and \u201cyou,\u201d he makes readers feel he is speaking to them.<\/p>\n For most readers, the mission will be to read between the lines and pause on El Kurd\u2019s imagery and metaphors to meditate on his thesis.<\/p>\n Here\u2019s an example from \u201cA Song of Home\u201d:<\/p>\n \u201cI \/ was dragged into cars and dragged into points of view. \/ I talked to God but God never wore my shoes.\u201d Here El Kurd tells the story of the many times he was detained for his work. When he says \u201cGod never wore my shoes\u201d, there is a feeling that nobody has seen his point of view, never taken his perspective into account.<\/p>\n A lot of El Kurd\u2019s writing is storytelling as much as it is metaphors and imagery, like \u201cBoy Sells Gum at Qalandiyah,\u201d \u201cRifqa\u201d and \u201cSmuggling Bethlehem.\u201d This pattern makes his poetry a historic account as much as it is a play on language.<\/p>\n For those who understand Arabic and English, they will be delighted to see references to Arab singers and poets, as well as feel the familiarity of reading both languages on the page.<\/p>\n To yearn for a homeland is a consuming feeling. It\u2019s one that people from the Arab World know often. When I read El Kurd\u2019s words, there is rage and then there is yearning. El Kurd\u2019s poetry can be a love letter to Palestine.<\/p>\n In \u201cAnti-Biography\u201d he writes: \u201cI am but my love for my land, by the way. \/ I have chosen you, my homeland, in love and in obedience in secret and in public.\u201d<\/p>\n When I read \u201cobedience,\u201d it reminded me a little of prayer, of submitting and persisting for something that is greater than you. It reminds me of a vow you give on your wedding day. The words \u201cin public\u201d could also refer to El Kurd\u2019s public speaking and journalism he\u2019s done for Palestine on national news and at universities like Oxford, Princeton and Harvard.<\/p>\n He writes: \u201cI have never once felt free anywhere \/ not with the Jordanian passport; \/ not in Santa Monica, the American Tel Aviv; \/ not in New York, the American Tel Aviv; not in Tel Aviv, the American Tel Aviv.\u201d Then: \u201cI am but my nostalgia, my homesickness.\u201d<\/p>\n In this way, there is no escape from the prison of homesickness, of yearning to return. Yearning is a sickening feeling. It follows you, like a ghost. And it is raging in this poetry collection. Yearning for a homeland is like yearning for a mother. \u201cI am but obedience to my mother,\u201d he writes in the same poem \u201cAnti-Biography.\u201d Like a mother, Palestine houses, feeds, harvests. Like a mother, it wants its children home.<\/p>\n Important Women<\/p>\n After I read the poetry book a second time, I realized the theme of strong women in El Kurd\u2019s life. Indeed, I often see Palestinian women on TV, speaking to the camera, seeking food for their children. The entire collection is named after his grandmother. El Kurd also mentions his mother several times in the book, talking about her resilience.<\/p>\n In his poem \u201cThree Women,\u201d which is written after Nina Simone\u2019s \u201cFour Women\u201d and Suheir Hammad\u2019s \u201c4:02 pm<\/a>,\u201d El Kurd talks about three women from different places \u2014 Atlanta, Jerusalem and Gaza \u2014 and brings them together on the page by way of power and strength.<\/p>\n Women in El Kurd\u2019s poetry collection are not only pillars and holders of history, they are also entire cities. In \u201cBulldozers Undoing God,\u201d \u201cevery grandmother is a Jerusalem,\u201d he writes. An older woman living in Jerusalem can be twice or three times the age of a soldier holding a gun to her.<\/p>\n El Kurd\u2019s twin sister, Muna El Kurd, was at the forefront of the #SaveSheikhJarrah movement<\/a> where they fought to keep their homes from Israeli settlers in Sheikh Jarrah after the Israeli court ruled that their homes were to be taken.<\/p>\n We learn later in El Kurd\u2019s afterward that his mother was a published poet. He states: \u201cLanguage is not free.\u201d Indeed, if you\u2019re reading this now, my time to write is at the expense of another.<\/p>\n There are many things to appreciate about El Kurd, but one main thing is his self awareness of what it means to have media attention. In an interview with The Public Source<\/a>, El Kurd talks about Palestinians being on national TV because they lost entire families. His resistance to engaging with certain media channels to relay his message is part of his wider claim that Palestinians are used as victims to perpetuate the Western narrative. To be seen as humans, Palestinians have to plead or seem innocent. Even innocent children, he argues, must look innocent enough or they garner suspicion from the public on whether they\u2019re worth saving.<\/p>\n This work has led him to talk about having so much media attention and the obligations that come from that. In the same interview he says, \u201cI organize with multiple collectives, and although I operate by myself, I try to always seek opinions from many, many different people when I\u2019m writing or when I\u2019m speaking because I understand that when you get to this place of visibility, your voice is no longer yours.\u201d<\/p>\n El Kurd is self-aware, even in his poetry, about how much poetry can do for us in a time of accelerated genocide. What does poetry do when entire lineages are being massacred? He says: \u201c\u2026the war we\u2019re in is, in fact, and fundamentally, a narrative war. There is a side that is far more equipped militarily and backed, in terms of Western and global support \u2014 but this is also a war of consciousness. So, this is the role of unabashed, unapologetic literature.\u201d El Kurd takes liberties on the page in this collection, writing in free verse, prose, and often including erasure poems<\/a> that scatter about the page like visual art.<\/p>\n Erasure poems like \u201cWHO LIVES IN SHEIKH JARRAH?\u201d use a New York Times article published in April 2010.<\/p>\n Most of the poems in this collection are free verse. El Kurd uses imagery, metaphors and alliteration. Like \u201cGirls in the Refugee Camp\u201d:<\/p>\n \u201cSoldier You are the prisoner and The alliterations in this poem: hands, hash, handcuffs, hijacks, halves, make way for the final line to resonate so deeply. And for the \u201cyou\u201d to be many things \u2013 not just the prisoner but also<\/em> the cell, and also<\/em>\u2026the list goes on and on.<\/p>\n El Kurd\u2019s style can be characterized by alliterations. \u201cDo I believe in violence?\u201d he writes in \u201cKroger,\u201d \u201cWell I don\u2019t believe in violation.\u201d The alliterations cause twists and turns within the lines. As readers, we think the line will be about one thing and it is about another.<\/p>\n In this way El Kurd works with metaphors, as people in his collection turn into cities and Palestine itself. What better way to characterize a country but with its people? The \u201cyou\u201d is a prisoner, and \u201cyou\u201d is also a cell.<\/p>\n Along with his alliteration work, El Kurd also uses repetitions to make statements. \u201cSeparation is like \/ unmaking love\/ ungluing names to places \/ undoing God. A pulling pressure, soldiered: \/ occupiers occupy her limbs, \/ untangling a grandmother.\u201d The repetition of \u201cun\u201d feels like an undoing\u2013everything that was in Palestine is undone.<\/p>\n Many critics positively and intensely praise El Kurd\u2019s poetry collection. Los Angeles Review of Books wrote<\/a>: \u201cEl-Kurd pours so much into this collection, in search of that opportunity for laughter, in celebration of those he documents.\u201d On Goodreads<\/a>, it is given a 4.65 with readers using words like \u201cheartbreaking\u201d \u201cbeauty\u201d \u201cthe future\u201d and \u201craw.\u201d<\/p>\n General critics agree El Kurd\u2019s language has \u201cbeauty,\u201d as in this review<\/a>. Readers have studied his words in wonder to understand its many meanings and enter into discussions about Palestinian narratives. One commentator even wrote that El Kurd\u2019s collection should be required reading<\/a>.<\/p>\n El Kurd\u2019s collection has been so widely reviewed that the ADL wrote a whole article that mentions it<\/a>. They argue he is anti-semitic and is acting with violence, though they never mention the violence acted upon his family or Palestinians in an accurate light. In one introduction, the article says, \u201cTo be sure, the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is intensely personal for El-Kurd.\u201d Then: \u201cNevertheless, his willingness to employ these tropes raises serious concern.\u201d The article seems to be written as if they\u2019re \u201cpointing a finger\u201d rather than truly acknowledging the torture, displacement and continous murder that Palestinians have endured for years.<\/p>\n Work like Rifqa is striking and powerful because it allows for accessibility in a different way that an interview or video does not provide. Poetry asks a reader to sit, to focus only on words, no distractions. Poetry asks readers to invest and to interpret. Poetry asks readers to write. El Kurd\u2019s language is stunning and intimate, bringing Palestine to the readers, so much that we feel a part of it.<\/p>\n If you search \u201cRifqa,\u201d you will see how much is written about it, how many places it is being sold. You will understand that poetry is not just used to yearn, but to reach for another hand.<\/p>\n El Kurd experiments with space in his collection. Some poems are tight, in a prose poem. Others use the space to make a statement.<\/p>\n In \u201cLaugh,\u201d El Kurd writes a prose poem reflecting on Atlanta\u2019s artists funneling creative energy into power, with the backdrop of a city and its complex history. The poem is tight, with barely any space. As a reader, I lean into the poem\u2019s rhythm.<\/p>\n In another poem, the lines don\u2019t stay in one spot. \u201cAmal Hayati\u201d dares us to interpret the spaces while English and Arabic words interact with one another. In the center, a merged identity comes to life. We get Arabic and its translation of the haunting \u201cKeep me \/ by your side, keep me. \/ In your heart\u2019s embrace \/ keep me.\u201d<\/p>\n The title references Umm Kulthum\u2019s song by the same name, but in Arabic. In fact, El Kurd references this Egyptian singer and her iconic songs many times throughout his collection. His references are an accumulation of the artists that have influenced him over time. In \u201cAmal Hayati,\u201d El Kurd fuses music into his poetry.<\/p>\n There\u2019s more to the cover than what catches the eye at first. The title, dedicated to El Kurd\u2019s grandmother, is in bold letters across the front. We see a man lying under a blanket with patterns of floral and red. His eyes may be closed and he is wearing a keffiyeh on his head. The floral can represent jasmines, which his grandmother, Rifqa, greeted El Kurd with during his visits. Flowers are also an important theme, as Palestine is known to be fertile land, for olives, herbs, and various fruits. The red color on the cover is blaring. It can represent violence, blood, and political tension.<\/p>\n \u201cRifqa\u201d is separated into four parts, a total of 30 poems. In chronological order we feel that El Kurd starts with Jerusalem, his home, and gradually moves to talk about his love for his homeland after he moves to the States. He reflects on Palestine everywhere, even when he isn\u2019t in the country. Readers get to see El Kurd\u2019s influences in Arabic and English, from the Arab World and the States. In this way I believe the parts are broken accordingly:<\/p>\n I\u2019m writing this review two days after the US and Israel have hit Iran. Yesterday I attended an Iranian wedding. I\u2019m writing this at a cafe while the Middle East is rupturing. All I can think is: what do I do with myself, with my art, when people who share my blood are dying? Maybe it isn\u2019t about art anymore. The art is living to speak about it, to help. Living is an art, as I\u2019ve seen Palestinians move from north to south, then north again.<\/p>\n El Kurd\u2019s poetry collection has consumed me the past few days. I understand now that my joy, as an American, is sitting on the backs of the lives that the West has taken.<\/p>\n This collection has given me something tangible to hold while I witness the terrors on the Middle East, on Palestine, on the world. Further, I feel that reading El Kurd\u2019s journey from his childhood in Palestine to his schooling in the West has helped me understand the way stories were written in a certain way.<\/p>\n I urge people to read this collection, especially now. If you\u2019re feeling like your world will never be the same, you are right. The world never was and will never be the same. In the West we live in an illusion. The narrative is always written by the same man.<\/p>\n Language is indeed powerful. History is powerful. This is more than a collection. When Palestinians are free, we can read El Kurd as a genocide that happened. As he writes, \u201cOne day we will write about dispossession in the past tense.\u201d<\/p>\n Through El Kurd\u2019s poetry, which is written in a conversational, storytelling style, readers will understand his family\u2019s history and the many shared instances that have happened among Palestinian families. El Kurd\u2019s play on alliterations, imagery, and metaphors to create a dissection of how deeply the genocide has impacted those who have lived. It leaves readers with a yearning, as El Kurd yearns for his homeland, and a call to action to make art, as it is an obligation, even if the reason we\u2019re writing isn\u2019t what we\u2019d ever wish for.<\/p>\n El Kurd named his poetry collection \u201cRifqa\u201d after his grandmother, Rifqa El Kurd, who stood strong against the Israeli occupation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":38,"featured_media":6450,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[70,63],"class_list":["post-6446","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-reviews","tag-palestine","tag-poetry-book-reviews"],"yoast_head":"\n\u2018Rifqa\u2019 Summary and Analysis: A Testimony to Palestinian Narrative and Family History<\/h2>\n
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Audience and Genre: Accessible Prose and Perspective for Poetry Lovers<\/h2>\n
Themes: Yearning, Important Women, Language<\/h2>\n
Yearning<\/h3>\n
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\nUnapologetic literature is written because the narrative has always been Western and capitalist. El Kurd\u2019s words give some encouragement, that at least writing our stories is working to tell our own stories, because nobody is going to tell it for us, and nobody is going to tell it right as we do.
\nIn \u201cGirls in the Refugee Camp,\u201d he writes: \u201cYour ambition is ammunition \/ bullet-less.\u201d<\/p>\n\u2018Rifqa\u2019 Poetry Form: Taking Liberties on the Page<\/h2>\n
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\nyou are the cell.\u201d<\/p>\nCritiquing the Critics: Justified Praise and Unjustified Antisemitism Accusations<\/h2>\n
Interior Visuals: Play With Space<\/h2>\n
Exterior Visuals: His Grandmother and Jasmine<\/h2>\n
Order and Cohesion: Returning to Palestine<\/h2>\n
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Personal Opinion About \u2018Rifqa\u2019: The Only Plea I\u2019ll Make Is Read This Book<\/h2>\n
\u2018Rifqa\u2019 Review: A Deep Understanding of Palestinian History in El Kurd\u2019s Narrative<\/h2>\n
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