Sometimes That Sad Feeling Is Due To Low Blood Sugar, And Sometimes It's From Decades Of History. Not

(girl who’s been really reaching her limit for months voice) I’m really reaching my fucking limit

I’ve been trying to put into words for a while something that I just really really can’t stop thinking about, and that’s the Falasteeni elders in Gaza.

It’s just. How many times now have they been displaced? How many times now have they been forced to leave their homes and move elsewhere knowing that wherever they ended up would not be safe? It happened first in ’48 (maybe even prior to that, depending), then again in ’67, and it’s happening to them now in Gaza with all these false evacuation orders that just lead people to areas that get bombed anyway. They have spent their entire lives enduring Nakba after Nakba. They are proof that the Nakba is ongoing, that it never ended.

How many of their homes have been destroyed? How many loved ones have they lost over the past 75+ years to Zionist violence? How many times have they been forced to rebuild their lives from the ground up again?

Maybe it’s childish to say it, but it’s just not fair. It’s not fair that their entire lives have been stolen over and over and over again. It’s not fair that someone who is born in California can go to Falasteen, pick up a gun when they turn 18, and have more rights to the land, greater claim to “citizenship” than the Falasteeni elders who are denied their right to return. It’s not fair that their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, have only ever known what is it to live in a permanent state of displacement too. It’s not fair that there are elder Palestinians older than the “state” of Israel who remember what it was to live on their own land and who long for their childhood homes and who will never be able to see parts of the beautiful country they were born in again.

I don’t know what I’m trying to say, really. I think we need to just remember them in everything we do. I think we need to constantly be thinking of our Falasteeni elders, whether they’re in Gaza or the West Bank or the Israeli territories or anywhere else in the world. We need to think of them wherever they are, and we need to let the anger and the sadness and the grief we feel for them move us to action because they deserve to see a liberated Falasteen in THEIR lifetimes. They deserve to see their dream of returning to their homes become a reality. They deserve justice, and freedom of movement, and safety, and stability. They deserve to get back what was taken from them when they were children themselves.

We think of them, we show our gratitude to them, and we fight like hell for them until Falasteen is free.

Kinda sad that the point of life is to constantly make yourself better and make the right choices. What do you mean that I have to be productive, I have to heal everything that went wrong in the first twenty years of my life, I have to get a job . I would just like to sit beside a river and read a good with coffee and cake. I would just like to rest. And walk across a field and watch the sunset and go on coffee dates with my bestie. And not think about capitalism and how it's killing the planet, the billionairs taking 13 minutes flights playing a role in burning my country (it was 50°C here last week) what is happening to marginalized communities in my country, generational trauma and corrupt systems and sinking economies. God I do not want to think about anything for a day.

We have become the capitol

On my way to get Saleebein Meray Dareechay Mein 🏃

15 August 1952:

Your letter came today. I feel happy today after a mild attack of a blue period lasting over a few days. It must be the weather. It is more like spring than summer. The mornings are vaguely cool and disturbing like the first breath of love and the sun in the early hours brings more colour than heat. In the evenings the breeze seems to bring the breath of the seas and the skies seem to close not on drab prison walls but on distant palm- fringed beaches. And it is sad like all beauty that is within your sight and beyond your grasp—like all beauty that you know to be an illusion.

An excerpt from Faiz’s Letters to Alys (Saleebein Meray Dareechay Mein)

gofundme.com

Save my family from the war in Gaza, organized by Hussam Aburamadan

I am reaching out to you for your help in saving the lives of my family from the… Hussam Aburamadan needs your support for Save my family fr

This campaign is relatively new but I have it on very good authority that it is legitimate.

Hussam needs to evacuate 13 of his family members from Gaza, including his sister who gave birth in February and now has an infant to care for as well as a young daughter. He’s already lost more than 18 of his family members, and now his remaining family are spread out in refugee camps across southern Gaza.

Any donation makes a difference. Sincerely, if everyone who sees this gives $5 that’s already a great step forward.

Seeing footage of the aftermath of the flour massacre in Gaza is so painful

"Where is my daughter? Tell her I don't want flour anymore"

"My brother was shot holding a bag of flour. He kept holding on to it so they kept shooting him"

"Why does flour have to be stained with blood?"

Over 100 have been killed. Every single one of them hungry. Every single one of them has someone waiting for them to come back with the bag of flour.

Israel is using starvation as a weapon of war against innocent civilians. Israel ambushes starving Palestinians and shoots them. Israel is not fighting a war to defend itself. This is another episode of Israel's ongoing genocide in Gaza.

my problem with slb's filmography is that he romanticizes events so much that his movies/shows don't have the desired impact on the people. in padmavaat he glorified jauhar to the point that people started defending it and even sati. in gangubai, he made everything so grand that people forgot that the lady herself wasn't an all around good person. now, he's done the same thing with heeramandi. like i genuinely saw someone say that they wanted to live a life like in the show where they have 5 attendants to lift their skirt for them and whatnot. the people are so enchanted with the clothes/sets/etc that they have failed to grasp the main premise of the show. they fail to realise that the women he has shown had to go through innumerable brutalities and were just glorified mistresses with no power of their own. and living their life isn't gonna be fun and aesthetic.

آج تک سرخ و سیہ صد یوں کے سائے کے تلے

آدم و حوّا کی اولاد پہ کیا گذری ہے

موت اور زیست کی روزانہ صف آرائی میں

ہم پہ کیا گزرے گی، اجداد پہ کیا گزری ہے

اِن دمکتے ہوے شہروں کی فراواں مخلوق

کیوں فقط مرنے کی حسرت میں جیا کرتی ہے

یہ حسیں کھیت پھٹا پڑ تاہے جوبن جن کا

کس لئے اِن میں فقت بھوک اُگا کرتی ہے

A new favorite from Faiz <3