I really want to blog or whatever u call this but im really sick atm i cant even look at the screen how sadz xoxo
The confiscation of 1000 acres of land that belong to five Palestinian villages in the Bethlehem area is the largest of its kind in 30 years.
Ghassan Kanafani, Wall of China.
Look at this mess jannahhh
Palestinians play in the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Gaza City, August 29, 2014, days after a ceasefire was reached. An open-ended ceasefire, mediated by Egypt, took effect on Tuesday evening. It called for an indefinite halt to hostilities, the immediate opening of Gaza’s blockaded crossings with Israel and Egypt, and a widening of the territory’s fishing zone in the Mediterranean. (Photos: Ibraheem Abu Mustafa / Reuters)
Over the last seven weeks, an average of 12 children were killed and 77 were injured every day—25 of whom were left with permanent disabilities. On a daily basis, an average of six schools were shelled, 435 families lost their homes, and 37 children were orphaned. All of Gaza’s children, who make up half of the 1.8 million population, need some form of psychosocial support, according to the UN.
— Save the Children [x]
We are capable of bearing a great burden, once we discover that the burden is reality and arrive where reality is…Behind what we think of as the Russian menace lies what we do not wish to face, and what white Americans do not face when they regard a Negro: reality - the fact that life is tragic. Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the face of death, which is the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death - ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confront with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return. One must negotiate this passage as nobly as possible, for the sake of those who are coming after us.
The Fire Next Time
There is always a tendency to identify historical breaks and to say “this begins there,” “this ends here,” while the scene keeps on recurring, as unchangeable as change itself.
— Trinh T. Minh-ha
Fairuz - painted by Cici Sursock, 1980