In the beginning I was clay then I became a bird by Allah’s leave. From motionless clay to a soaring bird. I was something that was not able to move by itself and then I could fly in the sky. That is me. I do not know how to introduce myself to history. That is me. A handful of clay I was the princess of clay, even though I was made of clay. Then I fell in love. That was before ‘Isa the son of Maryam touched me. When I fell in love I began to transform. How can a creature explain the scent of the earth that was originally the sky? I was calm, still and content with my state of being a lump of clay. I do not dream, for clay does not have the ability to do this. Even though I could not dream, I was content. I had a long history before I became earthly clay. At first, I was a part of the sun. Then billions of years passed by and I had not yet fallen in love, so the burning embers were put out and I was transformed into rock on a planet they call the earth in a place they call Palestine. I am a part of the mud of Palestine and a part of its land. Look how much I had suffered. Thousands of years passed by without falling in love.