In Rifqa, El-Kurd tightropes between statelessness and uncertainty, still one thing remains clear: "Jerusalem is ours! / The biggest punchline of all time."

Each day after school, Mohammed El-Kurd's grandmother welcomed him at the door of his home with a bouquet of jasmine. Her name was Rifqa-she was older than Israel itself and an icon of Palestinian resilience.

With razor-sharp wit and glistening moral clarity, El-Kurd lays bare the brutality of Israeli settler colonialism. His poems trace Rifqa's exile from Haifa to his family's current dispossession in Sheikh Jarrah, Jerusalem, exposing the cyclical and relentless horror of the Nakba.

El-Kurd's debut collection definitively shows that the Palestinian struggle is a revolution, until victory.