some times are so hard, some times are so rough
these days, rough is what thrills you
sometimes you don't know when you've had enough
til you've had enough to kill you
gill landry ft. brandi carlisle — the one night hotel
“Gaza is not the most beautiful of cities. Her coast is not bluer than those of other Arab cities. Her oranges are not the best in the Mediterranean. Gaza is not the richest of cities. (Fish and oranges and sand and tents forsaken by the winds, smuggled goods and hands for hire.) And Gaza is not the most polished of cities, or the largest. But she is equivalent to the history of a nation, because she is the most repulsive among us in the eyes of the enemy – the poorest, the most desperate, and the most ferocious. Because she is a nightmare. Because she is oranges that explode, children without a childhood, aged men without an old age, and women without desire. Because she is all that, she is the most beautiful among us, the purest, the richest, and most worthy of love.”
This year marks the first Ramadan without the Jenin camp msaharatis
The martyr, Abu Ali Al-Sabah.
The martyr, Mahmoud Al-Saadi.
And the prisoner, Mounir Salama.
A msaharati is the person responsible for roaming the streets while drumming and chanting in order to wake people for their pre-fast meal during Ramadan before the break of dawn.
The specific chants being done in this video translate to
“Oh mother of the martyr, your son didn’t die, he is missing from the world, but he’s living a better life [presumably in heaven], oh mother of the martyr.”
“Oh mother of the martyr, oh mother, hold me close to your chest, hold me. Hold me close to your chest, hold me. Tomorrow, we’ll meet again, mother (yumma), in God’s heaven”
IN THE NAME OF GOD AND FLANNERY OCONNOR if you tag your fic “southern gothic” it better BE southern gothic and if you don’t actually know what that means then DON’T
Posting faggot and queer like 2am gunshots to keep property values on my blog low and scare away assimilationist LGBTs who want to replace my empty lot full of native wildflowers with a 5-over-1 because they're too traumatized by their upbringing to accept the reality of our diverse marginalized community