She started sifting and refining her pronunciation.. And she floats around her orbit as a constellation, There's a world that tries to assassinate her! Wandering among its ruins, tossing and turning A devastating rhetorical war is brewing She will be crucified with her blood and soil! My article remained free in a collapsing world. The universe is computerized! How they tried to drag me into their den An addiction where originality is undermined They deny their identity... I will not be molded by similar patterns! My art is listening to the voice of nature And my limbs are hidden from those who fall My soul fights alone in the dark
-Sakina Al-Sharif
"En çok seni seviyorum." diyorum ama belki de bu gerçek aşk değildir.
"Sen bir bıçaksın ve ben hep o bıçakla kendime saplarım",dersem belki de gerçek aşkı anlatmış olurum.
Ve Milena, kalbimde seninle her şeye katlanabilirim.
| Franz Kafka
"I deliberately read the writings of the miserable, the missing, and those whose hearts are broken, I read their cries to make me cry with them. My alphabet no longer accommodates this huge amount of sadness, so I started looking for someone to share it with me. It is a disaster to search for yourself in the writings of others, a disaster to lose yourself to this extent."
-unknown
"En çok seni seviyorum." diyorum ama belki de bu gerçek aşk değildir.
"Sen bir bıçaksın ve ben hep o bıçakla kendime saplarım",dersem belki de gerçek aşkı anlatmış olurum.
Ve Milena, kalbimde seninle her şeye katlanabilirim.
| Franz Kafka
The wind hums secrets through the date-laden trees, whispering names of those who once walked this dust, where footprints fade but never truly leave, pressed deep in the memory of the earth’s quiet trust.
Oh, moon of longing, hung low and bright, do you still remember the songs we sang? Verses embroidered in the fabric of night, soft as jasmine, where old echoes hang.
A mother calls, her voice a prayer, threading through the hush of dawn, her hands—cracked, but full of care— building futures from threads long gone.
And here I stand, between past and now, a daughter of sand, of stars, of sea, asking the wind to teach me how to love, to lose, yet still be free.
Have you ever had a crush? Have you ever felt a rush? Makes my heart stop, she didn't even blush And I got a crush Oh man I got a crush Got a psychedelic dagger in my heart, tell the paramedics to rush
I hate crushes, I cover bruises with paintbrushes Pour it all in the music now that my bank's ruptured
She never texts me, she never texts me, she never texts me Never texts me, she never texts me, forgot to text me
Well I guess we accept the ones that neglect us And my moms say that we disrespect the ones that perfect us And try to protect us
I really hope that you get this My thoughts are weighin' me down My neck can't handle the necklace Your father says that I'm reckless, I didn't cause all that wreckage
had to give you this message I wrote it straight from the soul and it didn't make sense to text it So I snuck up in your room, put it on your shoulder and in return You sent me back a restraining order.
Jaden - let it breath
The most beautiful sea, hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child, hasn't grown up yet. Our most beautiful days, we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words, I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet...
― Nâzım Hikmet
While I was in the capital of gloom, a crusade passed by in the form of a woman, and the heart became under mandate, unable to respond against the colonial power. A mixture of sweetness and torment. She has the face of an angel and the stab of a warrior who opens the bolts of consciousness. She opens a door, enters the chest and struts in its left side, and when the full moon appears from between the clouds, she looks up as if she were looking at a mirror. She took from the gazelle, impudence and suspicion, and from the Arabian horses, stubbornness and strut. And now after her invasion, I suffer from love, alienation, and ill fortune. I am the hawk I am the knight I am the poet And she is my punishment.
By : Jamal Bander
Proclamation of Marshall Law in Jerusalem by General Allenby. 1917
British forces enter Jerusalem, December 9, 1917 with Brig. Gen. Watson and Col. Bailey at the Jaffa Gate.
British occupying army in Jerusalem. 1929
Palestinian leaders meet to discuss the 1929 revolt against British occupation. 1929
Mufti of Jerusalem and Palestinian leaders at the Al-Aqsa Mosque, Jerusalem. 1921–1937
Palestinian delegation in London to demand Palestinian independence. 1929
Palestinian citizens searched during the uprising of August 23 to 31 at Jaffa Gate. 1929
Palestinian women’s delegation demonstrating against British policies outside of the high commissioner’s residency. 1929
Palestinians demonstrating against the occupying British army at Jaffa Gate. 1933
Palestinians protesting British occupation, Jerusalem. 1933
Palestinians at Abou Ghosh take oath of allegiance to protest British occupation and reject Zionist immigration. 1936
Fire scorched the Armenian Quarter in the old City. 1936
British occupation soldiers stand witness to their destruction in the City of Jenin. 1938
Jenin after British occupying soldiers destroyed a quarter of the city with dynamite. 1938
Palestinians lined up by British occupying police for identity card check. 1939
Australian soldiers marching down Jaffa Road. 1940–1946
British military recruits parade across Jaffa Gate. 1941
Photographs published by: https://www.palestinephotoproject.org/Gallery-Folder/Occupation-and-Resistence/i-3bPjRwR
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