I feed the jeijat when I’m sad
No matter how neglectful you are,
You will remain in my eyes and flesh an angel.
And you remain as our love wants you to be:
Your breeze is amber,
Your land bliss—
And I love you more.
Your hands are trees
But I do not sing
Like other nightingales.
The chains teach me to fight and fight,
Because I love you more.
My singing is daggers of roses,
My silence the birth of thunder,
And a lily of my own blood.
You are the soil and the sky
And your heart is evergreen.
Your love when at a low ebb is a flow;
How, then, can I not love you more?
And you are as our love wants you to be:
I am your beloved child;
On your sweet lap
I grow, and rise.
Mahmoud Darwish I Love You More
(Translated by: the writers behind This is Gaza)
if I see another white person take pictures of Syrian refugees and distribute them for no purpose at all except to economize on our trauma I will fucking lose it.
Stop taking pictures of our children. Stop taking pictures of our widows. Stop taking pictures of our injured. We do not exist for you to observe our suffering.
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جبران خليل جبران
"I still believe that a human being does not die at once, but in a way, we die in pieces; whenever a friend departs, a piece dies, and whenever a lover leaves, a piece dies, and whenever a dream of our dreams is killed, a piece dies, then finally, the greater death arrives, only to see all our pieces long dead, so he picks them up and departs."
العيد في غزة.
Eid in Gaza, palestinians teach life.
لا تنتظر فيروز لتغني لك،
لا تتوقع أن تغني
لكي تنسي عقلك
ما دمرت يداك
That thing where South American states show more solidarity in action with Palestinians than other Arabs do.
شايفينكم يا ولاد الكلب
إنْ كانَ لي وَطَنٌ .. فوجهُكِ موطني
أو كانَ لي دارٌ .. فحبُّكِ داري
مَنْ ذا يُحاسبني عليكِ .. وأنتِ لي
هِبَةُ السماء .. ونِعْمةُ الأقدارِ