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this women's history month, this site should acknowledge that women exist! everyone should divest from "Im just a girl" "pink job/blue job" jokes. no more girl math! no girl boss feminism! read the combahee river collective's statement. if a post asks you who your favorite woman is, whether real or fictional, don't talk about a man and say "he's like a woman to me. he's a mother, a wife." shush! hush up!! instead, give a trans woman money this month. give a Black woman money. stop policing lesbian sexuality. leave bi women alone if you're not gonna support them. understand that the patriarchy needs to be dismantled in its entirety, without exception. gender roles are wholly unnecessary to have smooth-running, functioning, fair society.

Anas has gastric cancer.

Anas (@dr-anas96) is severely suicidal and is dying on the inside in every sense of the word. Mentally he feels his life is over, and physically he's barely moving anymore, only occasionally coming to consciousness and vomiting blood.

I'm begging you from the bottom of my heart not to let my friend die. This entire time, during this genocide he's living through, he's been:

Now, with some reprieve for Gazans seemingly so close, he is dying. I don't use this word lightly because I don't want to believe my dear friend is dying. I am only saying it because I have no escape from believing it

But I still have hope that we can carry him through this so he can see the end of this difficult road. I am not giving up on him and I'm begging, begging, begging, begging you all not to give up either. We're so close.

His blog || His GFM || Vetting Link

I didn't want to share some of the more graphic photos Anas sent me, but his campaign goes days without donations, and he insisted I share these photos. CW for blood under the cut.

sorry, im busy tonight, i downloaded a pdf...

happy international womens day! remember that there are palestenian women in need of feminine hygiene products! you can donate here, and the cheapest tier is 5$!

if you can't donate, reblog! doing something is better than doing nothing! remember to keep talking, keep calling and keep donating! from the river to the sea, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE!! 🇵🇸

So peaceful Souvenir. A brother singing ancient Andalusian song in Al-hambra palace.

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The right amount of melancholy

This is one of my most favorite Andalusian muwashshahat (an Arabic poem that’s specifically written to be sung). It was written in the 3rd century by an Arab poet from Granada, so it’s not very far fetched that the song has been sung at some point in that very palace centuries ago. 

These are the lyrics in Arabic and English, in case anyone’s interested. 

When he appeared with a sway in his walk  My darling infatuated me with his beauty Oh, my fate and my confusion Who will have mercy when I complain Of anguish in love Except for the holder of beauty?

لما بدا يتثنى حبي جماله فتننا وعدي و يا حيرتي من لي رحيم شكوتي فى الحب من لوعتي إلا مليك الجمال

A man carries bread on his head as he rides a bicycle along a busy street in Cairo, Egypt. Amr Abdallah Dalsh

Egypt, Cairo, 1987, Harry Gruyaert.

maybe i was made for loving things. maybe that's what life is all about.

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