what beautiful battlefields you are

"My quiet angel, my gentle surrender. Do you know what emptiness you've killed just by existing?"

[heartcountry]

can someone help me find the poem about the number 3

[heartcountry]

Hello my generous friend,

I hope you and your beloved ones are doing well.

My name is Sameer I’m from Gaza.🇵🇸🍉I am writing this message with a heavy heart asking for help. I am trying to help my family survive from the worst war in humanity history. We are a family of 9 adults and 8 beautiful kids living in a damaged tent with lack of clean water, food and healthcare necessities and surrounded by dangerous for a year.

Please don’t let us die alone and help us by sharing our story and donate even a small donation of 20$ that can make a difference and save our lives. We will be grateful to you for ever.

Thank you 🙏🙏

https://gofund.me/5fa921fb

may Allah grant you safety and ease and provide for you where you don't expect it <3 will share with others as well

[soracities]

Fady Joudah, from the poetry collection [...], excerpt pub. The Yale Review [ID']

[heartcountry]

had a dream where i was in the old house again. i was crying and crying lost in old grief and someone who loved me looked at me and said, “still? it was so long ago now, it’s like it never happened. you should be over it.” but i cried and cried anyway and then packed up the house for the hundredth time, but only in the way you do when you’re leaving for a little bit, leaving the big things behind. i left you behind. i left you behind and when i looked back you were somehow smaller and bigger than i remembered. you lifted your hand, maybe to wave at me but in that moment i woke up. i asked God right then to let us see each other soon and I know He will answer me the way that is best. until then, i am waving back at you, old friend. in many ways i wish we’d never grown up at all but i know it has to be this way. love you always, suspended between wherever you are now and where i am, in the land of the dreamless. if your haunting is all i’ll get from here on out, then i’m still pretty lucky.

[radicalgraff]

"End the Occupation"

Seen in Shadwell, London, UK

[heartcountry]

There is so much darkness in this world but something that has been giving me hope is the college campus students protesting for Palestine, protesting for the end to this genocide. You’ve been in my thoughts and prayers

there is hope and there is light. goodness will prevail.

[shufaya]

“The entire earth has been made a place of prayer, except for graveyards and washrooms.” (Sunan al-Tirmidhī 317)

[heartcountry]

if it led me to sujood then it wasn’t a waste. God bless the lost loves and lost friendships, may everyone i’ve known, even for a moment, be protected and guided always. i forgive you and hope i am forgiven. i’ll remember you making this heavy earth just a little bit lighter. i hope you remember me the same way.

[heartcountry]

i don’t come back from any day the same anymore. i stare the alternate life in the face and sometimes it has the decency to stare back. most days though, it just looks the other way. and when i cant face the world at all, i face the qibla and it carries me to the next moment. i don’t dream of the dead. i don’t dream of anything sensible. i don’t write. i don’t plan. i hardly breathe. i am angry all the time and my anger is making me resent people in grocery stores and airports and i wish it wouldn’t. my thoughts jump from year to year trying to trace it back to one moment but grief outlines everything and i exist only in its borders.

[bloglikeanegyptian]

sometimes catch myself thinking "of course this would happen, of course israel would open fire at starving people trying to get aid, of course the airdropped aid would fall in a place it's not supposed to fall, of course more and more children are dying of starvation and malnutrition" and then i have to remind myself to stay angry at everything that is happening because even if all of it follows the despicable and clear path of genocide, it should be resisted every step of the way until we can get it to stop

even though israel is simply following the plans it has already declared to raze gaza to the ground and ethnically cleanse its people, even though we are watching nothing but an accelerated version of the kind of strategy that has been employed against palestinians for 75 years, even though the leaders of the world are complicit while the people of the world continue to protest, even though it has been five months, i refuse to normalize with this. none of this is normal. this is monstrous, depraved and sick. its nothing new but we'll keep saying it, and i won't forget any of it.

[siwar-fen-deactivated20240307]

Gaza, Palestine 1993.

[heartcountry]

the world keeps moving all around me. i go outside and watch people buy in abundance, complain about traffic. i watch influencers sell us their latest makeup product, hair product, selfie light, stanley cup, starbucks order. the construct of whiteness has created two worlds. one where bombs fall somewhere far away and people think the greatest inconvenience is a boycott. and another world where we stay up to memorize faces under rubble, hold on to lines of poetry during the 100th day of bombing, and wait wait wait for a different ending to a very old story. i want no part in their world of comforts, in their life of escapism. how can i escape the orphaned child,a US bomb falling on him, signed off by my million luxuries. how can i continue looking people in the eye.

[kitchen-light]

Ghassan Zaqtan, "A Pillow", translated by Fady Joudah

[i-am-aprl]

[typewriter-worries]

It’s all for you; everything I do. 

Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana ( @liriostigre ) Strawberry Blond, Mitski (art by @fridayiminlovemp3 ) | A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara ( @hjarta ) | Untitled, @8bitfiction | The House of Love, Adonis ( @angesirene​ )

[on-poetry]

I’m here to tell you the tide will never stop coming in. I’m here to tell you whatever you build will be ruined, so make it beautiful.

“Spoiler” by Hala Alyan, The New Yorker

[firstfullmoon]

Hanif Abdurraqib’s contribution to Sad Happens, an anthology exploring sadness & tears, edited by Brandon Stosuy