Jamil Molaeb (Lebanese, 1948) - Thawra (Revolution) (2022)

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Jamil Molaeb (Lebanese, 1948) - Thawra (Revolution) (2022)
🇨🇩NOBODY IS FREE UNTIL EVERYBODY IS FREE 🇸🇩
activism doesn't have to be funneling immense wealth into a single project or risking your life, sometimes thats not achievable BUT we all have the ability to stay informed and remain in solidarity in many other ways. keep your eyes, minds, hearts and voices with the Sudanese and Congolese people !!
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Thawra
"I am lucky. I have luck by my side. I also have culture. I have heritage. I speak Lebanese in my dreams. I might not ever be able to visit Palestine, but I know the streets of Beeka like the back of my hand. I know who I am. I come from a line of survivors and fighters. I feel guilty for my guilt, and for my apologetic past, and I'm not sure that it will ever go away. But I have learned not to be uncomfortable about where I was born, and instead to channel my privilege and use it to defend our people. I can do this no matter where I am or who I am with. Inshallah."
~ Tania Safi, This Arab is Queer.
‘Revolution’
Seen in Beirut, Lebanon during mass protests in November 2019
since i mentioned my cousin and her famous graffiti today, here's something else by her, made in 2019 after the start of the Thawra (Revolution)
A dictionary of the revolution is a series of 125 texts woven from the voices of hundreds of people who were asked to define the evolving la
This is so beautiful 💖
Lebanese October Revolution 2019 // captured by visual artist Tarek Merhi
[Twitter: @Toroxxman // Instagram: @Tarek1st]
a message to Lebanon
It's a hard feeling to explain how much I love a country that i've never had the honor of living in. It's hard to explain how the coast calls to me every night, yet I am an ocean away. The ancient land is pulling me, closer and closer, but I'm stuck. I can't help it anymore, I need to go home. I need to see the sea-side waves and the towering mountains. I need to breathe the air of history and battles fought for independence and sovereignty. I need to feel the land vibrate in my soul as I touch down from the skies. I crave it more than anything, I crave Home.
And now, I can't help but love it even more deeply. The flags waving, the women and men and children crying out into the heavens begging for freedom with furious vigor.
Well... we hear you, masses of us longing for home a million miles away. We hear you and feel you, and we will always belong to you. It may take years, maybe even decades, but we will come back. We can't stand being this far away from you for too long.
I love you, snow capped mountains. I love you, and your deep Mediterranean waves. I love you, and all of your people.