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arabian vibes one day inshallah
Two Palestinian women were attacked on a train in Jerusalem by Israeli settlers. Here are some of the comments on Facebook: Eli Peretz: “Maybe she needed to have her ass knocked up and then had boiling oil poured on it to eliminate this unnecessary slut. Death to Arabs.” Israel Cohen: “Khaled pollution… I fuck you at checkpoints… and believe me Arabic sluts […] at the checkpoint I will tie your hands while you cry and beg and I won’t do anything.” Shaul Naftaliev: “It’s a shame the eye is still in place.” Orel Binihasviti: “I wish she’d die… (daughter of a) whore.” Shlomi Amitay: “It’s a shame they didn’t sodomize you.”
Ruhama Cohen Cohen: “Next time they will leave you in a coma.” Mor Mimony: “Why didn’t they kill her?” Vered Cohen: “She deserved it! So do all Arabs who dare to say a word out of place!!!! And so do all Arabs who dare to open their mouths and look at Jews. Hopefully they will all die!!!!
the racism is absolutely insane.. i can’t even
The Palestinian passport before the Nakba. Don’t tell us we never existed.
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It is not my Hijab that oppresses me, it is your ignorance.
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Quote by Bruce Barton
Sometimes i just lie on my bed, close my eyes, and remember my beloved Damascus. How i used to go from my grandma’s to my khaleh’s, how we used to eat sabbara in sa7t al rawda, how it felt to be at the top of Qasyoon on a summer night, how the 7akawati of al Nawfara’s café was almost playing his story, how delighting was al tamer hendi in sou2 al Hamidiyeh, how we used to wake up every morning on the sound of the klaxons. I just lie here, and remember. So the sadness just leave me alone for a while. So my Damascus keep living in me for ever.
First and last lines of the trio.
To my dead brothers in Syria, to my crying mothers in Afghanistan, to my screaming sisters in Iraq, to my burned and hanged people in Burma, to my crying children in Palestine and to the forgotten people in Somalia… May Allah grant you justice and jannah (paradise). Ameen!
(via ahlulbayt-saviour)