idarwesh
أيها الصحفيون، أيها السياسيون، أيها الناطقون باسمنا في الإعلام، أيها الأهل، كفّوا عن استخدام عبارة “النساء والأطفال” كإشارة للضعفاء، والله إن المرء يتمنى لو كانت له قوة نسائنا. عليهن السلام.
مريد البرغوثي (via mouridbarghouti)
alyibnawi
الى الجميع خارج غزة، مجرد تفاهات للتفكير فيها
مباشرة ودون مقدمات

التفاهة الأولى:
تخيل أنك في الخامسة والخمسين من عمرك، ومنذ أن كنت في الثانية والعشرين [العمر المفترض للتخرج من الجامعة] وأنت تعمل بكد واجتهاد وتأخذ قروضاً وتحرم نفسك من الفاكهة أحيانا، ومن المكسرات، ومن الأكل في المطاعم، وتمنع زوجتك من شراء الملابس وتعيش متقشفاً من أجل أن تبني بيتاً ينفعك في شيخوختك، وبعد كل هذه السنوات، يأتي الناس ليباركوا لك على البيت ويحسدونك عليه، واو، أصبح الآن يملك بيتاً، وخلال 30 ثانية يأتيك صاروخ من طائرة، ويحول بيتك إلى مواده الأولية، وأنت تنظر إليه، فكر في هذه التفاهة، وعشها قليلاً.

التفاهة الثانية:
تتزوج، يفرح بك الأهل والأقارب، يا زين ما اخترت، مرتك محترمة، بنت ناس، مش مشكلة قديش دفعت مهر، مش مشكلة قديش كلفك العرس، يا رب يكون قدمها أخضر عليك، وبعد سنة زمان بيجيك ولد، بعدها بسنة بيجيك بنت، الولد بتقعد اسبوع وانت تشاور في الناس وتدور في الكتب عشان تسميه، والبنت، سهلة لأنو بتسميها على اسم أمك، وبتبدأ البنت تكبر شوي شوي، والولد كمان، وأنت وزوجتك وعائلتك تجلسون، محمد ناغى، محمد اليوم ضحك، رفع رجلو، رفع ايدو، هيييه محمد مشى، يا الله ما لحقت أصورو، محمد صار في الروضة، وروضة بنتك بتكبر كمان وبتتعلم شوي شوي كيف تزرع معك في القواوير، المهم كل هذه التفاصيل، وفي يوم تكون أنت تلعب الورق مع الأصدقاء في الحارة، ويأتيك ولد كان صديقاً لمحمد وروضة ويقول لك، يا عم يا عم، في صاروخ كبير قد المقطورة نزل على بيتكو، وتذهب متعثراً بقدميك، مسرعاً غائباً عن العقل، وتصل هناك، لا بيت، لا زوجة، لا محمد، ولا روضة، مجرد تفاهة ثانية، فكر فيها وأنت تنظر إلى التلفزيون.

التفاهة الثالثة:
صديقك، الذي يجيد لعب كرة القدم، والذي تحبه لأنه دائماً يحرز الأهداف، وطالما حسدته أيام الدراسة لأنه يحظى بإعجاب المدرسين، دعك من كل هذا الهراء، في النهاية تذهب لزيارته في المستشفى بعد أن قصفوا سيارة كانت أمامه وهو يسير في الشارع، تجده بدون قدمين، فكر في صديقك هذا، ولا تفعل شيئاً، فقط فكر في هذه التفاهة التي يحاول الفلسطيني في غزة أن يظهرها وأنت لا تراها.

التفاهة الرابعة:
ذلك المكان الجميل الذي اعتدت أن تأخذ إليه زوجتك وأولادك، المراجيح، والأشجار الخضراء، وأمامك البحر الأزرق، تذهب إليه وحيداً لتستعيد ذكرياتك مع الشهداء، تجده تحت الأرض، لا شجر، لا مراجيح، ولا زوار، فكر في هذه التفاهة كذلك.

التفاهة الخامسة:
تخيل ذلك المسجد الذي تصلي فيه، ولنفرض أنه المسجد النبوي في المدينة، أو جامع الأزهر في القاهرة، أو مسجد القيروان في المغرب، طالما ألهتك عن صلاتك تلك الزخارف التي تتعربش على الحيطان، ولطالما فكرت في اليد التي فعلت كل هذا، كم كانت مبدعة وقريبة من الله، وتريد العودة إليه لأنه يجعلك تحس بالطمأنينة والقرب من ذاتك، لا تجده في مكانه، فقط حجارة ورمال بيضاء، فكر في هذه التفاهة الصغيرة أيضاً…

التفاهة السادسة:
أنك تفكر أن كل شيء بعيد عنك، وأن هذا الدم الذي يتدحرج من قمة اليأس في غزة، ليس دمك…

العاشر من آب 2014
خالد جمعة (via alyibnawi)
momo33me

momo33me:

Samih Al Qasim is among the most famous Palestinian poets. Born in 1939 in the Galilee-Palestine, he was held under house arrest and imprisoned, by Israeli occupation, many times because of his activism. Samih Al Qasim has published numerous poetry collections, and some of them have been translated into English, also some of his nationalistic poems have been put to music. He is the editor in chief of the 
Palestinian newspaper Koull El Arab. 
Samih Al-Qasim passed away on August 19, 2014 after a long battle with cancer. 
I do not like you, death 
BUT I'm not afraid of you 
And I know that my body is your bed 
And my soul or spirit is your bed cover 
I know that your banks are narrow for me 
I do not love you death 
BUT I'm not afraid of you. 
Samih Al-Qasim … Rest in peace

humansofnewyork
humansofnewyork:

"We don’t like pictures like this. It is not good to deduce an entire country to the image of a person reaching out for food. It is not good for people to see us like this, and it is not good for us to see ourselves like this. This gives us no dignity. We don’t want to be shown as a country of people waiting for someone to bring us food. Congo has an incredible amount of farmland. An incredible amount of resources. Yes, we have a lot of problems. But food is not what we are reaching for. We need investment. We need the means to develop ourselves." 
(Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo)

humansofnewyork:

"We don’t like pictures like this. It is not good to deduce an entire country to the image of a person reaching out for food. It is not good for people to see us like this, and it is not good for us to see ourselves like this. This gives us no dignity. We don’t want to be shown as a country of people waiting for someone to bring us food. Congo has an incredible amount of farmland. An incredible amount of resources. Yes, we have a lot of problems. But food is not what we are reaching for. We need investment. We need the means to develop ourselves." 

(Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo)

thepalestineyoudontknow

thepalestineyoudontknow:

A series of mash-ups by Basel Elmaqosui, pairing classic works by the masters with scenes from the street.

Mr. Elmaqosui inserted “The Card Players” by Cézanne into a photograph of men playing cards on a blanket in one of the United Nations schools that have sheltered thousands of displaced residents for weeks. He put Picasso’s “Child With a Dove” next to an actual dove — or perhaps a white pigeon — perched on one of the only walls that remain standing in the destroyed village of Khuza’a, in front of a Palestinian flag. Beside a Beit Hanoun neighborhood reduced to rubble, the figure in Edvard Munch’s “The Scream” howls. 

“Many of these drawings are related to our reality. They happened before in the world. It’s like they are happening again now.” He said.

See the article “ Artists’ Work Rises From the Destruction of the Israel-Gaza Conflict ” about his work in the New York times . 

sabrwasumud

sabrwasumud:

Psychological trauma on the children of Gaza profound - say experts

Any child above the age of 9 years old has spent their entire life under siege, experiencing the terror of ruthless violence. They have already been exposed to 4 Israeli onslaughts on the besieged Gaza Strip. 

They have witnessed a single explosion obliterate their homes and entire families, along with their sense of security and safety. They have witnessed their mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers, friends, cousins, neighbors blown apart with no understanding why. This is a catastrophe in every sense.

humansofnewyork
humansofnewyork:

"One day I drove into the city to buy goods for my shop. I repaired antennas and satellite dishes, so I needed some replacement parts. But on the road there was a checkpoint for the Syrian government, and two soldiers came up to my car. They began to argue with each other. ‘Let’s take him,’ said one of them. 'Let him go,' said the other. And they went back and forth, and back and forth. But finally the first man won the argument, and they took me out of my car, put a blindfold on me, and took me to jail. When I got to the jail, they began beating me with a cord. They asked me if I supported the rebels. I kept saying 'No,' but they kept beating me. They took off all my clothes. They said: 'We are going to whip you 35 times, and if you say 'ouch,' we will start from the beginning. They whipped me and kicked me and broke 3 of my ribs. They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers you’ve killed.’ I said: ‘None.’They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers!”I said: ‘None. I haven’t killed anyone.’But they kept beating me and they ripped off my toenails and I screamed: ‘Eleven! Eleven! I killed eleven soldiers!’ So they put me into prison. But I never killed any soldiers. I never fought anyone. I’m a good person. I have a very sweet heart. You believe me when I tell you this, don’t you?”(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)

humansofnewyork:

"One day I drove into the city to buy goods for my shop. I repaired antennas and satellite dishes, so I needed some replacement parts. But on the road there was a checkpoint for the Syrian government, and two soldiers came up to my car. They began to argue with each other. ‘Let’s take him,’ said one of them. 
'Let him go,' said the other. And they went back and forth, and back and forth. But finally the first man won the argument, and they took me out of my car, put a blindfold on me, and took me to jail. When I got to the jail, they began beating me with a cord. They asked me if I supported the rebels. I kept saying 'No,' but they kept beating me. They took off all my clothes. They said: 'We are going to whip you 35 times, and if you say 'ouch,' we will start from the beginning. They whipped me and kicked me and broke 3 of my ribs. 
They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers you’ve killed.’ 
I said: ‘None.’
They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers!”
I said: ‘None. I haven’t killed anyone.’
But they kept beating me and they ripped off my toenails and I screamed: ‘Eleven! Eleven! I killed eleven soldiers!’ So they put me into prison. But I never killed any soldiers. I never fought anyone. I’m a good person. I have a very sweet heart. You believe me when I tell you this, don’t you?”
(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)

badesaba

badesaba:

Maynard Owen Williams (1888-1963) :

A corner of the smoking-room of a men’s club - Haifa, Palestine circa 1921

Sheik Jacob Boukhari poses for a photograph in Jerusalem, December 1927.

A Yemenite Jew wears the red fez and stripped scarf. - Jerusalem.

Mgr. Damianos, a Greek Orthodox Patriarch, poses wearing medals. - Jerusalem

A clergyman poses for the camera. - Jerusalem

A Christian girl wearing a festal costume sits in a field in Ramallah.

Two women stand in the Temple area at Jerusalem.

A Muslim girl in the streets of Palestine.

A Christian girl in a dark gown sits in a field in Ramallah.

A view of Haifa, Palestine’s tourist port, from Mount Carmel.

 

humansofnewyork
humansofnewyork:

"The fighting got very bad. When I left Syria to come here, I only had $50. I was almost out of money when I got here. I met a man on the street, who took me home, and gave me food and a place to stay. But I felt so ashamed to be in his home, that I spent 11 hours a day looking for jobs, and only came back to sleep. I finally found a job at a hotel. They worked me 12 hours a day, for 7 days a week. They gave me $400 a month. Now I found a new hotel now that is much better. I work 12 hours per day for $600 a month, and I get one day off. In all my free hours, I work at a school as an English teacher. I work 18 hours per day, every day. And I have not spent any of it. I have not bought even a single T-shirt. I’ve saved 13,000 Euro, which is how much I need to buy fake papers. There is a man I know who can get me to Europe for 13,000. I’m leaving next week. I’m going once more to Syria to say goodbye to my family, then I’m going to leave all this behind. I’m going to try to forget it all. And I’m going to finish my education." (Erbil, Iraq)

humansofnewyork:

"The fighting got very bad. When I left Syria to come here, I only had $50. I was almost out of money when I got here. I met a man on the street, who took me home, and gave me food and a place to stay. But I felt so ashamed to be in his home, that I spent 11 hours a day looking for jobs, and only came back to sleep. I finally found a job at a hotel. They worked me 12 hours a day, for 7 days a week. They gave me $400 a month. Now I found a new hotel now that is much better. I work 12 hours per day for $600 a month, and I get one day off. In all my free hours, I work at a school as an English teacher. I work 18 hours per day, every day. And I have not spent any of it. I have not bought even a single T-shirt. I’ve saved 13,000 Euro, which is how much I need to buy fake papers. There is a man I know who can get me to Europe for 13,000. I’m leaving next week. I’m going once more to Syria to say goodbye to my family, then I’m going to leave all this behind. I’m going to try to forget it all. And I’m going to finish my education." (Erbil, Iraq)