[julaibib]

[cosmicanger]

Palestinians herd sheep in the Judean desert between Jericho and Jerusalem on February 6, 2015. (Ammar Awad/Reuters)

[toiich]

The Sacrifice (1986), dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

[yourjerusalemiterose]

[thingsorganizedneatly]

SUBMISSION: pomeganite seeds organized by color

[parsabad]

Pomegranate gardens/ Iran

Photography: amir sadeghian

[yourjerusalemiterose]

“İlk sene, zaman geçmek bilmiyor. İdare ediyorsun. Sonra ikinci yıl, üçüncü… Bir şeye tutunmak zorundasın. Başta, Yunanistan'ı düşünüyorsun, geride bıraktıklarını. Ama sonunda, kalbin rahatsızlanıyor. Sonra bir gün, bir kadın çıkıverir, sana yemek pişirir, düğmeni diker. Bu gibi şeyler işte.”

(via gregorgregorsamsa on Instagram)

[alminarsnonsense]

"May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you."

-Zainab Aamir

[yourjerusalemiterose]

♪

[yourjerusalemiterose]

On this day 18 years ago (13.01.2004) - Thomas Hurndall, human rights activist in Palestine, 22 years old English, pacifist and photographer of the International solidarity movement (ISM), dies after a 9-month coma, shot in the head on 11 April 2003 by an 'Israeli' sniper while with his own body he shielded a group of Palestinian children in the refugee camp of Rafah, in the Gaza Strip.

#freepalestine

[yourjerusalemiterose]

“ I made this photograph of this young Palestinian Woman, almost 40 years ago, in 1982, in the Balata Refugee Camp outside of Nablus, now home to some 30,000 Palestinians, the largest Refugee Camp in the West Bank. I remember at that time, how unthinkable it would be that Palestinians would still be living on the West Bank in a refugee Camp without a Palestinian State all these years later. ”

©David Turnley, 1982. Balata Refugee Camp. West Bank.

[kvetchlandia]

Walter Rosenblum     Smiling Child in Window, Pitt Street, New York City      1938

[yourjerusalemiterose]

Your only enemy is your own ego.

- Rumi

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[yourjerusalemiterose]

Emel Mathlouthi - حلم / Holm (A Dream)

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[yourjerusalemiterose]

I am nothing but a number of days. Whenever a day passes, a part of me passes with it.