lino-nyangi:

“WHOEVER STAYS UNTIL THE END,

WILL TELL THE STORY.

WE DID WHAT WE COULD.

*REMEMBER US* 20/10/2023”

a story told in two pictures.

these are the words Dr Mahmoud Abu Nujaila wrote on Al Awda hospital whiteboard, normally used for planning surgeries, at the end of October 2023. That same whiteboard appears to be rendered unusable after an israeli airstrike hits said hospital, killing Dr Mahmoud and 2 other colleagues.

toesuckingoctober:

people diagnosed with mental disorders are normal and people who can work a full shift in retail without getting homicidal are mentally ill

bencan-t:

heritageposts:

I’m reading about how Israel, in the immediate aftermath of the 1948 Nakba, deliberately replaced olive trees and other indigenous flora with European plants. This ecological disaster, which is now proudly hailed under the banner of ‘making the desert bloom,’ was done to 'de-Arabize’ the landscape, and to cover up - often with fast-growing European pine trees -the ruins of Palestinian villages that were destroyed by Zionists forces.

And I just need everyone to read this passage from Pappé, because the symbolism of what happened to those European pine trees in the desert speaks for itself:

ALT

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappé (2006, p. 227-228.)

Many of these European trees are planted by the Jewish National Fund (JNF). Unfortunately, many Jewish people (myself included) have trees planted by the JNF in our “honor,” on the occasions of our births or b'nai mitzvot. You can donate to Stop The JNF as well as donate to their efforts to plant native trees in Palestine. The Middle East Children’s Alliance (MECA) also has a campaign for planting olive trees and grape vines in Palestine.

weltenwellen:

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

fruitblush:

Prints

All profits raised from this print will be donated to the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund.

enchantedbook:

‘Wolves sitting on a tree’ or 'My Dream’ by Sergei Pankejeff, 1964

drumlincountry:

I was at a Palestinian solidarity gig last night & the one Palestinian artist who was going to perform had COVID so the organisers asked around to see if there were any Palestinians who’d like to say a few words instead.

A local guy who was born & raised in Gaza offered to speak. He started with “I’m an engineer. i’m not a poet or a politician. I don’t… do public speaking… I had no idea what to say when I came up here. So i’m just going to tell you about the street I grew up on.”

And then he did! He went down the street building by building. He told us about the ice cream shop on the corner, the grocery shop, the charity that supports people with intellectual disabilities. He told us about the people who he knew growing up, the families who still live in the different houses. He told us about the university buildings and about his friends who quit being accountants to start a band together. All on that street.

All of which is gone now, by the way. Bombed to dust.

luthienne:

Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly’s Burden; “Maybe, Because Winter is Late” (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)

fymodernflapper:

Victorian Tear Catchers

During the Victorian era, mourners sometimes collected their tears in gold decorated “tear bottles” to keep as a remembrance for the next of kin. It has also been said that the widows would go to the grave on the anniversary of the first year of death and sprinkle the tears on the grave to signify the end of the first year of mourning.

subbyhunnie:

The art with the bunnies is by Schinako Moriyama

filmnoirsbian:

Casual cruelty has become so ingrained in a lot of people because we live in a society that is structured in a cruel way. To be quite honest you are obligated to consider the harm of your words and actions no matter your personal hardships.

honsool:

dear my friend, still as ever, i miss you

metamorphesque:

cafeinevitable:

The Life Cycle of an Apple by Yumiko Higuchi

hand embroidery

metamorphesque:

a kiss (september, 2023)