Not to be a mindless consumerist but I'm running out of my cuteheart shaped plasters from Flying Tiger and I'm very sad about it :(

Sudanese Women in AlFasher in Darfur joining the front lines of the resistance against RSF terrorists

Seamus Heaney

I'm speechless but I'm so happy that's young people in all the world are with us whats happening in usa universities is powerful i never thought this going to happen I'm so happy guys of this support.

What is happening means that us around all the world humans love each other but the governments don't want that.

can u guys log off i want to be alone on here

Street food vendor’s stall in Istanbul, Turkey.

just realized if you want your life to change you have to do some stuff differently. much to think about.

Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]

on context: "[set during] the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon and the shelling of Beirut [...] Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?" (source)

Passover seder at UC Berkeley’s Gaza solidarity encampment (via twitter)

I felt so angry seeing these men with their trucks and guns drive up and threaten a Palestinian farmer, one of the gentlest men I have ever met, who just wants to work the land—that his family owns—each day.

This show exceeded my expectation.

More sketches incoming, it's time to revive THE fandom.

Refaat Alareer, If I must die, written in 2011, published online on November 1, 2023

If I must die, you must live to tell my story to sell my things to buy a piece of cloth and some strings, (make it white with a long tail) so that a child, somewhere in Gaza while looking heaven in the eye awaiting his dad who left in a blaze— and bid no one farewell not even to his flesh not even to himself— sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above and thinks for a moment an angel is there bringing back love If I must die let it bring hope let it be a tale

(transcript by the American Friends Service Committee)

السلام عليكم يعطيك العافية أ.إيهاب انا عندي حملة الي ولزوجي عال gofundme بتمنى تساعدنا في نشر الحملة https://www.gofundme.com/f/yt83p-rebuilding-lives

This is another fundraiser I trust!

I DM'd Shahed Sharif over here to verify the veracity of this fundraiser and it is totally legit!

Please help Fadi and Shahed evacuate Ghazzah.

the idea of protests being violent and unsafe has always felt alien to me, and it's a myth most propagated by people who never go to protests, or people who have a vested interest in delegitimising protest. at every protest I have been to, there has been a palpable spirit of radical care that can only come from thousands of people gathering to express solidarity. there is a safety and peace inherent in being surrounded by thousands of people who know how to loudly and radically care about people across the boundaries of acquaintance. who else would form a barrier around you to protect you from a cop? it comforts to surround myself with others who also feel forever changed by what this genocide has revealed to the world, and are willing to fight against it, in a society full of apathetic people who are content with the status quo.

Extracted from Moranifesto by Caitlin Moran

(Red Magazine, September 2017)

by Anna Debska

the smallest artist i listen to? probably the bird outside my window