في ظلال الياسمين

Mr. Obama, do you have a heart?

I invite you: spend one night – just one night – with us in Shifa. Disguised as a cleaner, maybe. I am 100 % convinced it would change history. Nobody with a heart AND power could ever walk away from a night in Shifa without being determined to end the slaughter of the Palestinian people.

Mads Gilbert, Norwegian doctor in Gaza (via thenorthafricanmiddleeastern)
3rdhokage:

rafou9a:

!! كنا نمزح  مؤلــمة … مدينة داريا بريف دمشق

Hokage.

3rdhokage:

rafou9a:

!! كنا نمزح
مؤلــمة … مدينة داريا بريف دمشق

Hokage.


Iraqis start painting “we are all Christians” on their homes and buildingsafter ISIS mark Christian homes and business with the arabic letter “n”, which stands for the word “Nasrani” meaning ‘Christian’ in Arabic.

Iraqis start painting “we are all Christians” on their homes and buildingsafter ISIS mark Christian homes and business with the arabic letter “n”, which stands for the word “Nasrani” meaning ‘Christian’ in Arabic.

saroabdelaziz:

أرجوك

saroabdelaziz:

أرجوك

It should never be thought that Palestinians in Gaza have gotten used to wars. We love life.
Ibrahim al-Batsh wrote on Twitter on 26 June: “I finally finished my high school exams, and I pray for success after all that hard work studying! Please pray for me and all students.”
On 15 July, last Tuesday, all the results from the high school exams were announced, including Ibrahim’s. But he, along with other 18 martyrs, would never know them. Two days before the much-anticipated announcement, Ibrahim, together with his mother, father and 15 more members of their family, were killed by Israeli missiles.
via Electronic Intifada. (via redphilistine)
اثنان لا تذكرهما أبداً: إساءة الناس إليك و إحسانك للناس Two things never to mention: people’s unkindness to you and your kindness to people.
I believe this is by Imam Ali. (via sufi-sophia)
مشكلتي مش مع الله.. مشكلتي مع اللّي مفكرين حالُن الله.
زياد رحبانى (via crushis)

They call us now. Before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?” They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other more than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run. Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.

Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

warag-3nb:

When it comes to love, you forget us and we remember you .. The day will come when you remember us and we’ll forget you ..

warag-3nb:

When it comes to love, you forget us and we remember you ..
The day will come when you remember us and we’ll forget you ..

از دسـت غیبـت تو شکایت نمی‌کـنـم
تا نیسـت غیبـتی نـبود لذت حـضور

I do not complain of your absence
For there is no delight in presence, were it not for absence

Hafiz (via honeyandelixir)

أيا حبي

(via sufi-sophia)

sayyedmuhammad:

Maghreb athaan in Damascus 😁 can u hear the plates ? Akhhhhh it’s just beautiful ❤️

pleasureofimperfection:

350+ people killed in Syria yesterday, making the 170,000 death toll increase daily. Let’s please not forget about them.