Each day after school, Mohammed El-Kurds grandmother welcomed him at the door of his home with a bouquet of jasmine. Her name was Rifqashe 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 Rifqas exile from Haifa to his familys current dispossession in Sheikh Jarrah, Jerusalem, exposing the cyclical and relentless horror of the Nakba. El-Kurds debut collection definitively shows that the Palestinian struggle is a revolution, until victory.