I am the sky,
The blues of the morning, happy and bright, untouched but lonely, no clouds in sight.
I am the earth,
Fertile and frolicking, wide and green, even as the wildflowers sing with the wind, and the blood that is pressed into the soil beneath me, with the wild sprouting in glee.
I am the wind,
Soundless and free, carefree and careless, as one would wish to be, singing praises into the ears of many, sad and lonely may they be, the wind may stay, not away, from any.
I am the sun,
Bright star against the sky, lambent and bent with joy, laughing with no sound, and warm but not scorched.
I am the sea,
Vast and infinite in the eyes of one person, endless beneath it's surface, and unknown is it's creatures that it is home to, all encompassing and steady, but the sea is never restrained.
I am the moon,
White with morals, but dark in surrounding, cold and gentle, wished to be unmoving, as the tides below sway to my command, as the people on the ground sleep with no sound.
I am the stars,
Bright dots of freckled light, scattered and uneven, but beautiful in every right, immovable but present, distant but not lost, away but not stolen.
And of all the things that I am,
I am love,
Ever present and unending, unconditional or otherwise, heartbreaking or fulfilling, I exist amongst them all, there are those who do not believe in me, but I believe in myself, and who is to stop me from believing me? For who am I, but my own identity of love?
Paradise/Cityscape
All that is passed,
And all that is due
Wander in fields of flowers,
One big tree in the midst of the pasture
Lowly hanging golden fruits,
Knowledge bestowed with every bitten
Sweet at first bite, bitter as an afterthought,
I pace beneath it's sturdy branches and it's
swaying, shining leaves.
This is what paradise would feel,
But I am not dead.
I am dead to the world, the world was dead to me
This fantasy is speaking to me,
with no sound,
Regardless, I am always astonished,
the pretty view of Paradise.
Alas, Paradise never lasts,
The curtain opens
and I lay under sheets,
Formality reeks in this room, of something man-made and broken and repaired, and put back together again,
and beyond my window
Is turgid, overwhelming, and polluted,
Cityscape.
My Dear, since yesterday in night , we have been forced to leave our homes, and the battle of the needy towards the unknown. With every step we take, the heart strings tear, memories accumulate, and dreams fail to speak. We carry our worries and hopes, and turn to the Rich and Almighty, hoping that He will provide, and remove all distress, and relieve us of all worry. My home, no matter how small and humble, remains a haven of comfort and relaxation, while being forced to leave it remains a source of sorrow and tears. If you want to donate, the link is here
My regards...
Urgent call :
To every compassionate heart, to everyone who understands the meaning of mercy and humanity🍉🍉🙏🏻
Please help me buy a new tent to protect us from this cold, wind and rain 🙏🏻😥💔💔💔
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
Ahmed from @ahmedaldanis and @ahmedaldanigg is only 14 YEARS OLD and needs to raise money for evacuation as well as dental treatment.
The current amount raised is:
Not even 1/10.
I will post updates when i can.
Reminder that I can draw for you if you donate: x
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Hello,
My name is Hanan, and I am reaching out from Gaza to seek your assistance for my brother Jihad. He is suffering from multiple chronic illnesses, including high blood pressure, diabetes, kidney failure, celiac disease, and osteoporosis, among various other complications. 🥺🥺 Unfortunately, he does not have access to direct support or adequate medical treatment. We kindly ask for your help in evacuating Jihad from Gaza so that he can receive the necessary medical care abroad. 🙏🙏
https://gofund.me/22862796
✅️ The campaign has been verified by @gazavetters, and my phone number listed is (#266) ✅️
Neveen Al-Hasanaat
Ezz Jamous. IG account.
Said Fadel of SOLband. IG account.
Hatem H. Rawagh. IG account.
Sulala Animal Rescue. IG account.
Very often I see Black Palestinians relegated to a hypothetical or used for rhetorical arguments. They are real human beings, a real community within our larger Palestinian community. They deserve respect, recognition, and assistance.
(i had to remake this post because johj needed to update his paypal!)
He just wants to be able to live, and to be able to get treatment. And we can help him with that!! If you can share this post, or have a couple spare bucks, it means the WORLD. He’s trying to save up approx $7500 to get his surgery!
Here is his go/fundme run by @thealluringsink
Here is his paypal: paypal.me/itsmejhoj
And if you need to use cas/happ or ve/nmo, mine is savegodprovides ! Let me know you sent it for him, and I’ll make sure he gets it!! Thank you so much for your kindness and how much you all always care!! Also as usual, I’m tagging tags where there are kind people, but I can remove the tags if someone asks!
I stay in your cold embrace,
Arms right around me meant as a blanket, a home
But all it feels is like rope, tying my hands to my sides,
leaving aching skin and red
complaints behind,
And neither of us is happy,
I'm not happy so you're not happy
And you try to satiate me,
Pressing a face against me,
whispered sweet nothings mean nothing
To someone who is feeling numb,
To someone who lost love for who initiated this hug,
Sweet nothings are sweet,
But bite the tongue that eats and it bleeds,
Bitter iron spilling, you only wipe away the leak,
The corner of my lips betray me,
As I try on a smile like I would a new dress,
I don't like this one, it doesn't suit me
Live your lies like a little movie,
Love your regretted loathing like a drug,
I guess we'd just be both at fault here,
Both at fault yet no one stops,
The yelling becomes white noise
In this bleak and burdened union,
We're only wearing rusted rings, not diamonds but obsidian.
You kiss me goodnight, I say 'I love you' like one would say 'good riddance'
Your words candied words that I grind between my teeth,
Tearing to dust like a personal grudge,
And while I do that, in your arms I watch from afar,
you are mourning me like a lost love.
But I am still here, breathing and screaming
Too alive for someone who's discontent,
Too dead to be someone who once loved you,
We are both lonely, so no one wants to let go,
But what's the point of keeping company
If the other wants to let go?
And a friend once told me
Wise and weeping,
that sweet nothings mean nothing,
to someone who's fallen out of love.
O Wind o' mine
Take me far above your Cathedral spire
Above the children's chatter and the morning prayers
Above the bards' glory-driven drivels and the merry-minded man,
Dance me a tune to last my lifetime
Sing me a song to serenade the sorrowful,
loved, and losing,
To watch over the cramped common crowd
In a bar where the drowned come to commiserate
as I, their god,
Ne'er be free as the god most lonely,
May the wind bring me companions
and I shall watch them come and go
as I, left behind where they would call home.