yung-pali:

Klaab

yung-pali:

Klaab

I Am Pro-Israel

I want peace.
I don’t want apartheid,
a part in your lies,
your words that criminalize
the people with whom I empathize,
all because you despise
the look in my eyes
when I say
I am pro-Israel.

I want peace.
I don’t stand for racism.
I stand for Judaism,
I stand for the faces
that form the basis
of this oasis
in the Middle East.
I am pro-Israel.

I want peace.
But I’m forced to protect my people
because if our army is feeble
the world will take our legal
rights to a land that’s equal
and surrounded by diesel
fueled upheaval.
I am pro-Israel.

I want peace.
But you refuse to cooperate
with the terms under which we operate
because you refuse to tolderate
our collaborate.
If you would only moderate
we wouldn’t have to reiterate
our plan to accelerate
peace.
I am pro-Israel.

I want peace.
I stand for the two-state solution,
the solid resolution
to this counterrevolution,
to your mental pollution
and false allusion
to your supposed execution.
I am pro-Israel.

I want peace.
I stand for a solid defense force,
one that can reinforce
the source
of this remorse,
one that can morph
this discourse
to peace with our neighbors.
I am pro-Israel.

I want peace.
I want a country based on unity,
based on community,
based on equal opportunity,
not on dishonesty
or inequality,
but security
and modernity.
I am pro-Israel.

I want peace.
But rockets are falling on my city
perpetrating negativity
because you hold the pity
despite our credibility
and reliability
and your blatant hostility.
I am pro-Israel.

I want peace.
I’m sick of terrorism
played off as heroism
and journalism
that encourages antagonism
and discourages protectionism
out of illusionism.
I am pro-Israel.

I want peace.
But you’re hiding behind civilians
and calling it resilience
but without our assistance
and our persistence
you’d sink into nonexistence,
riding on confidence.
I am pro-Israel.

I want peace.
I want an end to this war
because there’s no reward
for drawing the sword.
No one can afford
to export
bloodsport
for a scoreboard.
I am pro-Israel.

(via haravmaimon)

These are some of my more “radical” opinions but I wrote this during the conflict last year and I still feel pretty strongly about it.

(via becbecmuffin)

Shut up lol

(via towerdsky)

im so embarrassed for you

(Source: eman-gamal)

(Source: sam-r-su)

خايف للغربة تحلالك
والبعد يغير أحوالك
خليني دايما
دايما على بالك
يا مسافر وحدك وفايتني

(via theuncolonizedmind)

wut

(via ihateyolandasaldivar)

LOL omg.
So they’re lines of an old Egyptian song called ‘Ya mesafer wahdak’ (you who travels alone).
This is my weak attempt at a translation of these lyrics:

“I fear that your exile will become beautiful to you and your distance will change your condition. Let me always be on your mind, you who travels alone’

(via theuncolonizedmind)

theuncolonizedmind

ٍSo here’s a more correct translation (and credits):

"I fear that exile will become beautiful to you,
and distance will change your circumstances.
Let me be always on your mind,
you who travels alone,
leaving me behind and missing you.”

― Mohamed Abdel-Wahab, Ya Msafer Wahdak
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydY9dcjpop0

(via arabitch)

Thank you!

خايف للغربة تحلالك
والبعد يغير أحوالك
خليني دايما
دايما على بالك
يا مسافر وحدك وفايتني

(via theuncolonizedmind)

wut

(via ihateyolandasaldivar)

LOL omg.
So they’re lines of an old Egyptian song called ‘Ya mesafer wahdak’ (you who travels alone).
This is my weak attempt at a translation of these lyrics:

“I fear that your exile will become beautiful to you and your distance will change your condition. Let me always be on your mind, you who travels alone’

خايف للغربة تحلالك
والبعد يغير أحوالك
خليني دايما
دايما على بالك
يا مسافر وحدك وفايتني

rafaadsan:

samiratastic:

pharmawhat:

Now this here folks is where you find humanity.

Sorry, I have to share the pictures and letters
Children that have spent most or all of their existence in a camp can have so much hope, kindness and intelligence.  















this hatter my heart to pieces. hasbi allah 

rafaadsan:

samiratastic:

pharmawhat:

Now this here folks is where you find humanity.

Sorry, I have to share the pictures and letters

Children that have spent most or all of their existence in a camp can have so much hope, kindness and intelligence.  

this hatter my heart to pieces. hasbi allah 

(Source: wegotitwalahi)

You can’t say “I don’t do politics”, because silence is a political statement.

Tariq Ramadan (via uniteforpalestine)

(Source: reorientmag)

My mother learned
the english language
so when she spoke,
others would listen.

When she cries,
I hear her
native tongue.

When she cries,
I know how long
she has been silent.

||  Maza-Dohta  (via maza-dohta)

queeniman:

#HAPPY

Chicago Muslims!

omg

how did i not see this

bloglikeanegyptian:

fun fact! did you know the egyptian sham el neseem, a national holiday which takes place the monday after coptic orthodox easter and includes the pharoanic traditions of painting and decorating eggs, going out to celebrate in public spaces and eating salted rotten fish, is the longest celebrated holiday in the world??

let me rephrase that: egyptians have been celebrating sham el neseem for around four thousand years, and in those four thousand years nobody has considered foregoing the smelly, rotten fish