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Palestine gives birth to "little Gazas" worldwide
A group of kids, no more than fifteen years old, yell to the Egyptian watchtower guards located on the Rafah- Egypt border, "Throw us your weapons. We'll fight the enemy ourselves!"
Our Egyptian besiegers are technically on our side, by the way. The people, at least, but their Western masters paralyze them. Don't Zionists occupy us all after all?
I want to die now!" We want to eat! we want something to eat!" A child in Rafah climbs an electricity pole along the Southern border to shout out to the soldiers on the other side. "For God's sake, Egypt, come on!" Another group of children chants as they bang on the steel fence, urging the guards to make a move against the Zionist usurper.
Most of the children in these videos wanted food, others protection, and some decided they would take matters into their own hands. How does one have the gall to condemn any of those kids?
"Children told me that fully armed Egyptian soldiers were weeping in helplessness," Dr. Mustafa Elmasri from Gaza recounts. And I thought to myself, how cruel the world is, that starving children under bombardment felt fully grown armed men were helpless. What big hearts they have.
yall don't know the extend of imperialism. our system will rely on the blood and tears of others. our comfort is their fear. we are not a sustainable society. we cannot stand on their backs for much longer.
you should be able to add a like to someone liking your post and they should be able to like your like to their post and you should be able to like that reaction and it should go on until both devices explode badly
and every item should be free in all the stores
also how culture works
these pages i made to sketch my typeface before digital
love hides in questions, you cannot ask a thing without giving yourself away. how was your day? (i hope it was good) when can i see you again? (i pray it's soon) do you feel safe with me? (i feel safe with you) what is your favorite color? (i wish to enrobe you in all that makes you smile)
"A Shirt Made of Fire", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)
going insane
They bombed a hospital. No one intervened. So they bombed the rest.
They killed civilians and hostages waving white flags. No one intervened. So they did it on live TV.
They murdered starving people at an aid convoy. No one intervened. So they've attacked at least 3 more.
Israel is currently attacking the Al Shifa hospital in northern Gaza (March 18) with tanks and heavy gunfire, resulting in an increasing number of casualties and abductions including journalists who were reportedly severely beaten and taken to an unknown location.
Israel is literally relishing in its impunity. All we have been hearing from those in power is "concerns" and pathetic words of condemnation while Israel continues to boast about its atrocities, six months on.
indecisive girl i am so sorry that you do not know what you want. i will think about you and pray for you before bed indecisive girl
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Ishiuchi Miyako: 'Hiroshima' (2007)
Since 2007 Miyako has been photographing abandoned Japanese garments from victims of the 1945 Hiroshima bombing.
The quality of light by which we scrutinize our lives has direct bearing upon the product which we live, and upon the changes which we hope to bring about through those lives. It is within this light that we form those ideas by which we pursue our magic and make it realized. This is poetry as illumination, for it is through poetry that we give name to those ideas which are, until the poem, nameless and formless – about to be birthed, but already felt. That distillation of experience from which true poetry springs births thought as dream births concept, as feeling births idea, as knowledge births (precedes) understanding. As we learn to bear the intimacy of scrutiny, and to flourish within it, as we learn to use the products of that scrutiny for power within our living, those fears which rule our lives and form our silences begin to lose their control over us.
– Poetry Is Not A Luxury (1985), Audre Lorde