[theconcealedweapon]

[gorskivijenac]

Ain Tezine, Kabylia, Algeria, 1960. Marc Garanger

“This was war and they were forced to be photographed, so there was no communication. This had to happen. I had to take the picture, and they had no choice in being photographed…Their only way of protesting was through their look…They were firing at me with their eyes.”

Following military orders, he photographed women and men who were forcibly displaced from their villages to so-called camps de regroupement (regroupment camps) by the French army. Displacement formed a military strategy intended to disrupt the support networks between villagers and anti-colonial fighters. The photographs taken by Garanger were included with the newly issued identity cards that each individual had to carry with them in the camps. Since most men had left their villages to join the anti-colonial struggle, the overwhelming majority of these photographs are of women.

[theshadesofwords]

“There are many ways to be beautiful. Fighting, swearing, and ignoring tradition could make a women irresistible.” ― Fatema Mernissi, Dreams of Trespass: Tales of a Harem Girlhood

[smsomah]

They made one [burqa] for me, and when I tried one on, I found it surprisingly comfortable, blocking out the direct sunlight, keeping my face cool, and giving me a sense of security from sandstorms.

Motoko Katakura was a Japanese anthropologist known for her fieldwork among Bedouin communities in Saudi Arabia. In the late 1960s and early 1970s, she conducted in-depth research with women of the Harb tribe, documenting aspects of daily life that were rarely accessible to outside researchers.

Scanned from the book Exploring 50 Years of Livelihood and Landscape Change in Wadi Fatima, Saudi Arabia; Motoko Katakura

[fusdoq]

salut, est-ce tu peux recommander des essayistes/ écrivains de non-fiction arabes ou nord-africaines ? ❤️

bonjour 💌

allow me to answer in english and I'll use italics for authors who write in french

Rita El Khayat, Moroccan writer, anthro-psychoanalyst and feminist.

Abdelkebir Khatibi, Moroccan decolonial writer, novelist and sociologist

Edmond El Maleh, Moroccan writer, translator and communist activist

Kateb Yacine, Algerian writer and advocate for the Berber cause

Gilbert Naccache, Tunisian writer and leftist activist

Mahdi Amel, Lebanese Marxist philosopher, historian and militant

Taha Hussein, Egyptian writer and critic of Arabic literature

Hadi Alwai, Iraqi Marxist intellectual and islamic historian (obsessed with him as of late, his views are what could be considered populist politically but his historical analysis is very interesting to me)

Mohamed Abdou, Joseph Massad, etc

a quick list of those that I could remember. hope you find what you wanted. worth mentioning that the list contains authors from different ethnic and religious origins!

[baebeylik]

Manuscript Page, Andalusian Style, Maghribi Scribe. Morocco, 12th Century CE.

The San Antonio Museum of Art.

[majestativa]

The griefs I bear have drugged my spirit.

— ABDELMAJID BENJELLOUN ⚜️ Modern Arabic Poetry: An Anthology, transl. by Arthur J. Arberry, (1950)

[manwalksintobar]

Laylat Al-Qadr // Yasmin Belkhyr

I don't own any mirrors. In sleep, I scrape ticks off the windows. Once, a bird startled itself into the apartment and I was alone. If I throw a nickel off the bridge, I'm thinking about my niece. While the city slept, sound dripped slow down the street. An unnatural thing. The festering mess to suddenly dampen and quiet. None of the wounded dogs moaned. None of the children woke curled around ghosts. During the day, I wore a loose dress and bought pastries from a bakery and thought of all the people I'd like to touch. At night, I imagined the ways I could sink. My little fears and aches, the stupid rust in my chest. Define: daughter. Define: obligation. Define: heartless. I swear, I'd be better if I could. The girl was named Rumisa and I read to her in English and that's all you need to know.

[colonellickburger]

Allen Ginsberg. Jack Kerouac holding William S Burroughs’ cat at Vila Muneria, Tangiers, in 1957

[thoughtkick]

“The funny thing is when you start feeling happy alone, that’s when everyone decides to be with you.”

— Jim Carrey

[eternaloptimistsphere]

start seeing everything as God, but keep it a secret

[umtxqwa]

‎البعض يغيثون كالمطر وآخرون يظللون كالشجر وبعضهم كالصحراء مهما زرعت فيهم، لا وفاء ولا ثمر

Some people are a source of relief for others, like rainfall. And then there are those who provide shade like the trees. However, you also come across people who are like deserts. No matter how much you do for them, there's no loyalty or benefit.

[holespoles]

Asako Yoshihama

吉濱あさこ

[fromhersoul]

I think constant happiness comes from gratitude. Appreciate the little things in life and you will find yourself surrounded by blessings.

[redlipstickresurrected]

Inês Donadeu (Spanish, based Houston, TX, USA) - Librería Santa Bárbara in Madrid, Spain, January 2021 after Storm Filomena, Photography

[wetcherryliquor]

[thecultureapothecary]

@official-library-posts

[sespursongles-deactivated201906]

“Boredom is different nowadays. It’s about super-saturation, distraction, restlessness. I am often bored but it’s not for lack of options: a thousand TV channels, the bounty of Netflix, countless net radio stations, innumerable unlistened-to albums, unwatched DVDs and unread books, the maze-like archive of YouTube. Today’s boredom is not hungry, a response to deprivation; it is a loss of cultural appetite, in response to the surfeit of claims on your attention and time.”

— Simon Reynolds, Retromania: Pop Culture’s Addiction to Its Own Past