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flights of birds / armed with stones

I painted birds and plants of Palestine. They are of that land; they belong to it. These birds used to share the skies with thousands and thousands of kites. Now, bombs unfurl from the clouds, their lethal tentacles searing into the earth, its birds, its plants, its people. Though these birds fly across borders and into other lands, they always return. Because they are free. 

Do you know the story of the elephant? Surah Al-Fil.
It tells of an army with immense power and wealth that marched upon Mecca on the backs of elephants, driven by greed and determined to destroy the most sacred of sites, the
of God. They were defeated by flights of birds
armed only with stones.


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