I hope we meet again in another life…
A rare picture of the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish and his Israeli lover Rita, about whom he wrote:
“I love you despite the nose of my tribe, my city and the chains of customs. But I'm afraid if I sell everyone, you will sell me and I'll return with disappointments.”
When it was discovered that she was working for the Israeli Mossad intelligence, he said:
“I felt like my homeland was occupied again.”
AO3 people skittering over to Tumblr together every time it goes down
Emily Henry / Beach Read
in chinese mythology the fèng huáng (鳳凰) and the lóng (龍) which are the closest thing to what we call a phoenix and a dragon are the most ancient and common representation of yin and yang. the phoenix embodies the feminine, transformation, renewal and justice. on the other hand, the dragon represents the masculine with its strength and power, and is often associated with the imperial authority. according to some myths, the phoenix and the dragon are celestial beings that fall deeply in love and act as guardians of cosmic balance, ensuring the harmony and balance of the material and spiritual world
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My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
If I were a house..
。゚゚・。・゚゚。 ゚. June will bring blessings.
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Us
I wrote a poem
It was about us
It wasn't bad
It wasn't good
I couldn't describe us better
. . . . . I hope you are having a nice day! Be kind to yourself and others 🫀
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