When I walked through the streets of the West Bank during the Israeli incursion, I was no longer able to recognize the Places where I grew up. The streets looked so deferent, dark, destroyed, sad and empty of their inhibiters, filled with silence with memories, with traces of humans who I could not see anywhere anymore. Besides the absence of my beloved ones, everything around me was telling me about their sufferings.
In my photographs I'm expressing my own feelings merged with the feelings of my people, to explain what had happened to us and to our Palestine. My photographs look like negatives to express my negative feelings of what the Israeli's have done to us, they are dark to allow the spectator to feel and see the dark days I had witnessed during this incursion. Yes my photographs tell some of the stories I had witnessed in Ramalah and others, tell stories I had heard and learned in Jenin; I was touched by every single story of them, it was hard for me to believe what I had seen and heard. Many times I have asked my self why: why did it have to happen to us again.

Rula Halawani, giugno 2002