I am currently in Egypt.

Last night, I had a breakdown because of the anti-Palestinian sentiment in this country. The things i’ve heard disgust me and i constantly feel sick to my stomach listening to them talk. I can’t tolerate being on the border of Gaza and hearing the shit that comes out of people’s mouths. 

i’ve never wanted to leave egypt. but now i’m counting down the days.

it weighs too heavily on my shoulders. my inability to reach my fingers past an invisible border into the holiness of Gaza. i am paralyzed and I can’t breathe properly in this country. a part of me is dying and i can’t speak up or cry out.

civil disobedience and solidarity in America means so much to me right now in comparison to the complicity of this country.

im so tired


As Sisi keeps the Rafah border closed while Israeli troops invade Gaza, how is Egypt not an enemy of the Palestinian people? 

I’ve experienced more racism in Turkey than I’ve ever collectively experienced in the US.


Boat Migrants Risk Everything for a New Life in Europe

Eight months after a boat carrying hundreds of migrants sank off the coast of Lampedusa, killing more than 360 people and spurring an international outcry, the flow of migrants risking the perilous sea journey to Europe shows no signs of letting up. Already this year, the number of migrants arriving by boat on Italy’s shores has surpassed 40,000, the total number of migrants that arrived in 2013. 

On World Refugee Day, June 20, TIME is publishing a collection of images from photographer Massimo Sestini, who accompanied the Italian navy on its rescue missions earlier this month. The shots depict the treacherous conditions in which tens of thousands of migrants and refugees attempt the crossing, packed in rickety motorboats with limited supplies. But they also reveal, in a manner rarely seen, the human faces of some of the men, women and children who risk everything to make it to Europe.

I left my heart in Kilis.

I left my heart in Kilis.

i love my experience in turkey…because of many reasons that weren’t included in my original expectations of this trip, but never will i work with shitty shady ass organizations.

that being said, ta7ya sooriya wa sha3bha el 7or because they’re the ones who made this trip all worth something to me.

semtitulox3 said: Omg are you with aalif?

yes and good god are they a trip. 

upside is i made amazing friends because they literally made us all go through thick and thin together.

I’m currently in Turkey and its been an intense experience. I’m currently placed in Kilis, a city bordering Syria (1 Kilo away), and I will be teaching English to Syrian refugee girls from the ages of 9 to 12. I’m sorry I haven’t been on as much, but I hope you’re all well. Also Syrian food is the best, hands down. Everyone else can go home.

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He says: I’m Muslim.
As he brings the double shot of rum to his lips.
I imagine the way it burns as it slides down his throat.
He winces, then smashes the glass against table.
Everyone turns and cheers,
then they go back to their conversations.
He says it again — I swear.
I say: I know.
He looks at me with sad eyes.
Wallahi - he says,
still trying to convince me.
I say: I know.
I watch his eyes turn to glass as he downs another.
I swear I am Muslim - he slurs
I say: I know.
No— he says— you’re judging me, look
and he holds his hands over his ears and he begins to recite.
And I put my hand over his as people begin to stare.
And I say: I know.
And he begins to cry, and his tears look ancient, and his face contorts, and his mouth is open but there is no sound, and his body shudders.
And he tries again and again, never getting past Bismillah.
He keeps on saying “No you don’t understand I am Muslim, I am Muslim, I am Muslim, I am Muslim”
I know, I say.
And he holds the bottle to his mouth and he almost swallows it whole, and he says “marry me Aasiyah, I am a good man, my father is a hafiz of Quran,
it is just this Dunya, it is this world that has killed me”
I know, I say
I know.

Key Ballah, an encounter. (via 9940km)

This got me really emotional oh my god

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Destroy this inexplicably disgusting, cruel and poisonous culture that portrays American soldiers invading, killing and plundering other people/nations as a heroic and praise worthy act.

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This is a land of despair and poetry, but there is no one to sing.

Season of Migration to the North (Tayeb Salih)


History was made today when Ashraf Nu’man Alfawaghra’s spectacular free-kick gave Palestine a 1-0 victory over the Phillipines in the final of the AFC Challenge Cup. The win secures Palestine’s place in next year’s Asia Cup, the team’s first ever major international tournament.

"All the world now sees Palestine. I am very happy." said Ramzi Saleh, the Palestinian goalkeeper.

In Gaza, thousands watched the big match on large screens on the beach and thousands also turned up in the West Bank city of Ramallah.

The victory is extra-special because of the obstacles the national team face. Israel often bans Palestinian players from going abroad, leaving management to pick 2nd or 3rd choice players, or sometimes not even be able to name the minimum number of players required to start matches.

In January of this year, Israeli soldiers shot 12 bullets into the feet of Jawhar Nasser Jawhar, 19, and Adam Abd al-Raouf Halabiya, 17, as they were on their way home from soccer practice. They will never play again.

In July 2009 Palestinian soccer player Mahmoud Sarsak was arrested at the Erez Checkpoint between Gaza and Israel despite having a valid permit. He was put behind bars for 3 years without being told why. It was only after a 91-day hunger strike and international pressure that Israel released him.

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