"When you love a Palestinian woman, the essence of resistance seeps into your existence; you comprehend the meaning of persistence. In her eyes you may see residues of a tear, but never a sign of fear. When you love a Palestinian woman, your heart is tuned to the beat of a heart that can never forget. You travel far; you walk the narrow streets of Jerusalem, in the footsteps of Jesus, carrying his cross, cleaning his wounds, wiping his sweat. When you love a Palestinian woman you love every wave that kisses the shores of her land, every olive tree in Galilee, every particle of salt in the Dead Sea. When you love a Palestinian woman, you love a smile mysteriously mixed with pain unknown to others; and a laugh that was choked when the land was separated from its faithful lovers. When you love a Palestinian woman you love a spirit that inherited the will to stand, and eyes that terrify guards at check-points, in a way no man can. How can any man love but a Palestinian woman?"