The Tiny Journalist

by Naomi Shihab Nye

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"Internationally beloved poet Naomi Shihab Nye places her Palestinian American identity center stage in her latest full-length poetry collection for adults. The collection is inspired by the story of Janna Jihad Ayyad, the 'Youngest Journalist in Palestine,' who at age 7 began capturing videos of anti-occupation protests using her mother's smartphone. Nye draws upon her own family's roots in a West Bank village near Janna's hometown to offer empathy and insight to the young girl's reporting. show more Long an advocate for peaceful communication across all boundaries, Nye's poems in The Tiny Journalist put a human face on war and the violence that divides us from each other"-- show less

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Naomi Shihab Nye has received a Guggenheim Fellowship, the Witter Bynner Fellowship from the Library of Congress, the I. B. Lavan Award from the Academy of American Poets, and four Pushcart Prizes, as well as numerous honors for her books for younger readers. She lives in San Antonio, Texas

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The Tiny Journalist
Original publication date
2019
Epigraph
"We will never give up in the peace place,
in the Holy Land, we'll see the peace one day."
—Janna Jihad Ayyad

"...I am particularly inspired by the people of Gaza
who put all of us to shame with their resili... (show all)ence and steadfastness."
—Sani Meo, Publisher, This Week in Palestine
Dedication
In memory
May Mansoor Munn
author of Where Do Dreams and Dreaming Go?
A Palestinian Quaker in America


And in honor of Janna Jihad Ayyad
and her cousin Ahed Tamimi—
all young people devoted to ju... (show all)stice
and sharing their voices.
First words
The tiny journalist
will tell us what she sees.
Quotations
Moon over Gaza

I am lonely
for my friends.
They liked me,
trusted my coming.
I think they looked up at me
more than other people do.

I who have been staring down so long
see no reason for the s... (show all)orrows humans make.
I dislike the scuffle of bombs blasting
very much. It blocks my view.

A landscape of grieving
feels different afterwards.
Different sheen from a simple desert,
rubble of walls, silent children who once said
my name like a prayer.

Sometimes I am bigger than
a golden plate,
a giant coin,
and everyone gasps.

Maybe it is wrong
that I am so calm.
Some say Israel would be happiest
if we just disappeared. Like in a magic show?
Our magic is that we are
still here and were always here.

excerpt from Harvest
Yesterday evening after rain
the world tilted rosy

such a brief slip of minutes
as if someone got her wish

excerpt from Each Day We Are Given So Many Gifts
The Space We're In

echoes deeply
Time doesn't just crumble
the minute you turn the calendar page
I'm not sure about a country being great
I don't know what that means
It sounds like bragging or more weap... (show all)ons
I want a country to be nice to all people
Make them feel better
than people feel by themselves
Compassionate and gentle
I want people to
move more slowly
pay better attention
share what they have

In the old Palestinian tradition
everyone was invited in
Sit down, coffee or tea?
Mint in your tea?
Dates?
even if you didn't know the visitor

America being mean to Palestine
is nothing new
reminds me of
the dark side of junior high school
those who think you can have
only one best friend
usually end up
lonely
No Explosions

To enjoy
fireworks
you would have
to have lived
a different kind
of life
Peace Talks

Talk
Talk
Talk
Talk
Talk
Talk
Trouble

Talk
Talk
Talk
Talk
Talk
Talk
Nothing
Freedom of Speech
(What the head-of-school told me)

We would appreciate
if you would not

(you know
in this strange climate
taking all into account
problems we have had
misunderstandings
angr... (show all)y parents
insults
Facebook postings
teachers being fired
demonstrations
floods)

mention the president
One Small Sack in Syria

The vendor filled it fuller than it needed to be.
He wanted to make his shoppers happy.
He shook the roasted pistachios
redolent with charcoal and fire
into all corners of the brown ... (show all)paper bag
and smiled, folding the edge.
He said, Very good nuts.
Long road to Aleppo.
He said, Say hello to Aleppo.
Last words
(Click to show. Warning: May contain spoilers.)Tiny Journalist Blues

Nothing to give you
that you would want.

Nothing big enough
but freedom.

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Genres
Poetry, Fiction and Literature
DDC/MDS
811.54Literature & rhetoricAmerican literature in EnglishAmerican poetry20th Century1945-1999
LCC
PS3564 .Y44 .A6Language and LiteratureAmerican literatureAmerican literatureIndividual authors1961-
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