It was born in the tears of daughters who had to become mothers too soon,
and in the eyes of grandmothers who still remembered a land without checkpoints.
The world knows Palestinian women in fragments:
A photo of a woman wailing. A clip of a scarfed figure clutching a child.
But they are more than grief.
They are the entire architecture of survival.
This book exists to tell their whole story.
Not just the pain.
But the power.
The worship.
The wisdom.
The quiet bravery of hanging laundry on a rooftop where drones fly - and still adding rosewater to the rinse.
What you will find in these pages is not a study. It is not a history lesson.
It is a gathering of truths - each chapter a mirror, a lesson, a challenge.
It is for every woman who has been told she is too soft to be strong, or too strong to be soft.
Palestinian women are not symbols.
They are soul-mirrors.
And this book is a love letter to their endurance