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From Gaza,

With love,

MOTAZ AZAIZA, journalist and hero,

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Sharing Mahmoud Darwish's poetry is cute, but talking about what is happening right now in Gaza is the real tragedy, dystopia has never been more realistic. Israel is bombing churches, hospitals, schools indiscriminately. Don't believe what the Western media outlets let you, they are siding with the apartheid state. Biden lied about decapitated babies and is lying about Hamas being the one who attacked the hospital.

Don't be silent

Speak up

Gaza is showing you that they want to live, Palestinians deserve to live

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Yesterday, Israeli occupation army bombed my house in Gaza, I hardly could know who is still alive of my family, my mother, my brother, my sister and nephew.. No electricity, no internet, no telecommuniaction network, no media coverage.. I still didn't reach them until now.. People told me they are okay.. But I won't believe until I hear their voices.. But when???????

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What is happening right now in Gaza is pure evil. I urge everyone to speak up and see the genocide that is taking place

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I see everything. I remember it all.

Gently, lovingly, I preserve it in my heart.

-Anna Akhmatova

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Letters lie before you, so release them from their neutrality and play with them like a conqueror in a delirious universe.

MAHMOUD DARWISH In the Presence of Absence

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يا بختك

تفضل قاعد لوحدك

دعسوقة

Painting by aleksandra Waliszewska

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

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Painting: The nature of Fear by Nicola Samori

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Painting: The nature of Fear by Nicola Samori

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Letters lie before you, so release them from their neutrality and play with them like a conqueror in a delirious universe.

MAHMOUD DARWISH In the Presence of Absence

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يا بختك

تفضل قاعد لوحدك

دعسوقة

Painting by aleksandra Waliszewska

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Painting: The nature of Fear by Nicola Samori