I Am Niha Mahmoud. I Live In Gaza, Which Has Been Completely Destroyed, Specifically In Rafah. I Was

My brother never touches his cricket bat with his feet. It will anger the gods within it, he says. The goalkeeper of my football team kisses the goalpost before the beginning of a match, a silent prayer to the deity within. My sister never puts her paintbrushes on the floor and my father holds his stethoscope with unmatched devotion. You see, the gods are what you want them to be, where you want them to be. In your mother’s lap, in your best friend’s hug, in the coffee you are almost addicted to, in the equipments of the gym you love working out in or in the books you bought but will never read. The gods are wherever you want them to be. The gods are wherever you need them to be.

my pronouns are sweet/heart

With you

There isn't any scent in this world as comforting as the scent of a mother's duppata.

Walls that come alive

Behind the scenes Hannibal Mads smoking

liking people who live in the same city as you is so weird like i passed the flyover that connects our homes you made fun of me for not knowing it and now i do and you probably live here somewhere and i want to click a picture and send it to you and be like look!!! it's the colorful cable bridge near your house!!!! but i can't. because we don't fucking talk anymore 😭

SOBBING ABOUT ORV AGAIN

here's the next part of my orv collection tagging @chocolatemalt because my darling your tags give me life. no, btw. it's still not over yet, i've got so many remaining

link to part 1, part 2 and a webweave i made out of story snippets that is yoo joonghyuk centric. also, part 4. (this one is part 3)

The best of this life is trapped in the fabrics of my friends' couches, in my mothers sheets, in my childhood bedrooms curtains, and in every stitch sewn in my lovers shirts

"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"

-George Abraham, "Untitled," Published In Black Napkin Press