Kurd.comosediceamor

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[comosediceamor]

Sometimes we don’t get to pick

And we have to just endure

And that’s the cards

Either grip on to them

Or throw them up in the air

Either way they’re the cards you’re dealt

So play

[wrappedinamysteryy]

[moonflower85]

drying flowers

[nomorechoirs]

“I have to tell you” by Dorothea Grossman

[existential-celestial]

Tony Hoagland, from “Peaceful Transition”, published in The New Yorker (November 5, 2018) 

[relentlessspinozism-blog]

“I write this very decidedly out of despair over my body and over a future with this body. When despair shows itself definitely, is so tied to its object, so pent up, as in a soldier who covers a retreat and thus lets himself be torn to pieces, then it is not true despair. True despair overreaches its goal immediately. Do you despair? Yes? You despair? You run away? You want to hide?”

— Kafka, Diaries 1910-1923

[far-away-storm-deactivated20260]

[unrar]

The Kurdish family of “Holholuk Koyu” picnicks above the Ataturk Dam on the Euphrates. According to the photographer, the dam, which will be finished by 1993, has already flooded some of this family’s land. Over 1,000 Kurd villages will be flooded before the project is completed, Ed Kashi.

[petaltexturedskies]

When I am angry, I write and my anger cools; when I am sad, I write and my melancholy wears off; when I am happy, I write,

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 2 May 1919, from Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: 1914–1920

[mv11]

If you find gentleness in someone, know that they are strong for the harsh are weak

[comosediceamor]

The art of waiting

The patience of not skipping to the last page

Saying goodbye to the winter sun

Holding the trolly for the stranger mum who’s putting her toddler in

Wiping sleep from your eyes

Waiting for tea to cool down before taking a sip

Hanging your coat before you sit down

Putting your shoes away neatly as soon as you get in

Warming your hands after holding snow

Listening

Not feeling the need to say everything at once

Gazing softly

Sitting down slowly

This is what it means to enjoy the mundane

[comosediceamor]

I am mourning something more

That much is clear to me

Something much more

But it’s November

The cruelest month

So it had to come pouring down at once

All I know today and tomorrow is

I miss you grandma

Nothing holds as heavy as that

It took November to come around again for me to pick up the pen

[rosewgul]

[comosediceamor]

Everything about home is romantic

Or I’m just romanticising ..

From the trees

To the landscape

To the leaves

The mountains

Damn even the speed limit signs

But mostly the pickup trucks selling watermelon on the side of the road

The neighbours bringing round freshly baked bread

The sound of the adaan even if I am still questioning my own faith

The warm air on my damp skin

The sun setting after dusk

Pomegranates

Tasting familiar on the tongue

The sound of rocks from children running in the district

Followed by fading laughter and giggles

If I stop to listen

If I just look at one corner from where I’m sat

I know that I’m at peace here

With one million problems

But they’re halved

Just because I’m here

[comosediceamor]

I’ve been home for the last 2 weeks, the sentiment is still the same

[comosediceamor]

Maybe dreaming of you at night then waking up isn’t the nightmare

Maybe the nightmare is realising there are two worlds and I’m only awake in this one

Come back

Be here

[iqrajafzal]

" فليحدث شيئًا يُبهر قلبي يا الله".

"Let something happen that will amaze my heart, O God."

[perfectfeelings]

“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”

— Ernest Hemingway