Embroidered onto the sleeve is an Arabic love poem by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish. It reads: قالوا: تموت بها حبـاًً، فقلـت لهـم ألا اذكروها علـى قبـري فتحيينـي English translation: They asked “Do you love her to death?” I said “Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.”
All proceeds from Hadal’s ‘Love Language’ pieces will be donated to Palestinian aid organisations.
actually i love growing older and learning how i work as a person like realizing what kinds of fabrics feel best on my skin or what brand of yogurt i like best or how I want to be touched. watching myself change, enjoying brussel sprouts when I used to hate them as a child, understanding why I got angry in that one conversation 10 years ago… there are so many mysteries inside me that i have yet to unravel and there will always be more and sometimes i think maybe its all worth it
The way they’re acting like “ceasefire” means “go blow yourselves up” is just. A ceasefire is nothing. It’s less than the bare minimum. It’s not “rebuild what you destroyed.” It’s not “pay the victims remaining of the families you killed.” It’s not “rehabilitate Gaza.” It’s not any of the demands that could be made in this situation. It’s just… Stop. Stop killing them. And even that is treated like it’s so fucking extreme and if you call for it you must want Jews to die. Politicians with an agenda can really demonize anything.
“What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness. Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering and I responded… sensibly. Reservedly. Mildly.”
— George Saunders, Congratulations, by the way (via quotespile)
