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‘Child in Gaza’ by Judith Kazantzis.

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I want to write the land, I want the words to be the land itself.

Najwan Darwish

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Not feeling very sheila ki jawaani anymore, tbh

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So the borders become divisions become prisons become cemeteries. And a graveyard has more empty space than this land of death. The children become hungry become thirsty become nothing. And the parents mourn the death of their lineage. The family trees lose branches like a child loses teeth. And infants lose mothers like one loses strength. So oppressors become innocent become victims become heroes. Like the eyes have turned blind, and phosphorus burns the conscience. The son buries the father, the mother buries the son. Like the child becomes bolder becomes older becomes ten. And she wishes to be a doctor but the doctor loses her husband. The hospitals become churches become mosques become morgues. The sick are a threat and the babies are terrorists. So leaders become liars become accomplices become weapons. False claims spread like wild fire and fires destroy nations. Like misinformation becomes aggravation becomes justifications becomes a genocide. And thousands pay the price. Like the refugees become civilians become cunning become dictators. A hand outreached is a hand cut off. So desperation becomes resilience becomes resistance becomes a sin. To bite the hand around your throat is barbaric. Suffocate but don't retaliate. So innocence becomes tainted becomes animalistic becomes worthy of dying?

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Suno... ye khat tumhare liye hai. Kahi dino se yaad arahe ho tum. Baarish ka mausam hai aur baarishon mein ghalat fehmiyan dhul jaati hai to apne puranay yaad bohat atay hain. To tum se kehna ye tha ke.... ab kissi ki baat na sun paati hu aur na apni baat bol paati hu. Adat to buri hai par bharosa toot jaye to adatein buri hi ho jati hai. Tumhe mile huwe kahi saal ho gaye. Ab to ye baat yaad ho gayi hai ke waqt aur mohabbat aise bhagte hai jaise kahi pohanchna ho. Tumne kabhi dekha hai? Ke koi Rail gaari apni sifaariyon ko chor kar khud dhorta huwa jaye? Bas wese hi waqt aur mohabbat dono kissi race mein dhorte ja rahe hai aur main udhar hi khari huwi hu jaha par tumne mujhe chora tha. Jaise ke maazi ki qaidi hu main. Khair, main kya keh rahi thi? Ke ab kissi ki baat na sun paati hu aur na apni baat bol paati hu. To tumse kehna yahi tha ke ....Suno.... ye khat tumhare liye hai.

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I swore off of love the other day and I hate to break it to you but this thing between us probably won't work. No, not like in a pessimistic way, with anger and rage and the awful taste of rejection on my tongue. I have simply accepted that I can not love anymore. Not truly anyways. But I looked at you today, in a little bit of a doting way, and your tender eyes, I avoid those. Oh, no no. Not the eyes. I look up, maybe a split second, or like the poets like to call it "forever in a moment" and shit, there goes the sheer will to not fall in love. But I cannot. Not truly anyways. And I looked at you today, in a little bit of a doting way and goodness, I think I'm in love.

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Jalebi, 2018.

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"Re Blog" to PERMANENTLY become some sort of fucked up creature or demented beast

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Watching the eldest daughter take on the second mother role in a family (cannot interfere, it's a canon event)

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Khafa ho tum mujh se? Ya'ni khafa ho tum khud se?

Tum ho kon? Dekhe dekhe se lagte ho.

Main hu kon? Main to tum hu.

Main khafa hu tum se? Ya'ni main khafa hu khud se?

Meri khamoshi tumhe chubti hain, Par tum to khud khamosh ho.

Naraz ho tum mujh se? Ya'ni naraz ho tum khud se?

Tum chup kyu ho gaye ho? Abhi to main chup hu.

Main naraz hu tum se? Ya'ni main naraz hu khud se?

Tum meri manzil chor rahe ho, Par raasta to maine bhi chora tha.

Tum ho kon? Tum to main ho.

Twenty-One Going on Sixteen.

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🥀Exquisite Urdu Words

A list of thirty of my favourite Urdu words

Aab-o-Taab: Glory, brightness

Aab-shaar: Waterfall; in poetry, can be used to refer to tears

Afsoon: Magic, sorcery

Aziyyat: Torment

Baad-e-Saba: Morning breeze

Darakht: Tree

Fitnah-pardaazi: Machination; a treacherous or hostile scheme

Faaqa: Starvation

Fardaa: Tomorrow

Gulposh: Adorned or covered with flowers

Khaufzada: Terror-stricken

Khwabeeda: Dreamy

Mashq: Practice, exercise

Mausiqui: Music

Mehr-o-Mah: Sun and moon

Nasheman: Nest; often used to refer to 'home'.

Nawaazish: Kindness, generosity

Parwaaz: Flight

Raqs: Dance

Rauzan: Window

Sabaat: Permanence, stability

Shafaq: Red glow at sunset

Shagufta: Blossoming, flourishing

Sharar: Spark

Shora-e-Kiraam: Gathering of poets

Swaaneh-Umri: Biography

Talkh: Bitter

Teergi: Darkness

Tishnagi: Thirst; a strong desire or longing

Vasl: Passion

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Isolating on tumblr again because no one hates the world and the inhabitants of it as much as people on this app.

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صلي سرا لمن تحب فالحب صلاة.

Pray secretly for those you love,for love is a prayer.

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Things That Warm My Heart🤍!

beautiful skies on a sunny day / warm hugs from your favourite person / "I am always here for you" / "we are in this together"/ late night walks / eating hot bhajis on a rainy day / dancing on a favourite song / "I was just thinking about you" / cuddling dog's / heartfelt laughter / meditation / watching your comfort movie with your cosy blanket / seeing cute old couples being in love / strangers who smile looking at you / smell of mud when it rains / sounds of waves/ "can you stay a bit longer" / baking a cake without any special occasion / reading a romantic novel / someone admiring you with all the flaws / holding hands while crossing the road / waiting for the person till they are done tying their shoes/warmth of your parent's hugs / your loved one's taking care when you are sick / efforts / hope / stargazing / long replies / Driving to your best friends house to do absolutely nothing!

Things That Warms My Heart Are The Little Things!