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The James
He escaped his Bonds
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Before Israel killed him, Palestinian scholar Refaat Al Areer wrote to his daughter:
If I must die
you must live
to tell my story
Yesterday Israel killed his daughter Al-Shaymaa along with her husband and baby.
Who is going to tell Refaat and Shayma's story? Who's going to continue to tell the world how Israel obliterated entire bloodlines?
Refaat's poem continues to say
If I must die
let it bring hope
let it be a tale
We must promise to keep the tale alive and to uphold the legacy of Refaat, Shayma and the 40,000 others who were murdered by Israel in its ongoing genocide.
Try as they might, but Palestine will never die.
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yes i posted this on my other blog but you know what it goes here too
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Reblogs were disabled so here you go
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This was a ride ⚰️⚰️
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(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)
baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing "on": o.*
my sister: we actually can't turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.
baby: ighbu.
sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he's going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!
baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!
sister: exactly!
baby, signing "on" and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.
my sister: we're going to finish eating first though, ok?
baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.
[a split second goes by]
baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.
me: you're going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?
baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.
me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?
baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.
*pronounced like "on" without the n
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fantasising about getting him pregnant so that i can make him a single a mother
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Torre de Babel suena como alguien congestionado tratando de decir Torre de papel
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i am a lover. but underneath that i'm a hater. and then underneath that i'm a lover again
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And I lover her for that !
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american thing happens in america: what are we some sort of asians
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you can tell someone is gringo when they see bilingualism as an extreme accomplishment instead of like. a necessity that they were formed to mitigate via learning a foreign language
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She'll fuck me if I cook good enough I know it
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