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famosoentrescalles · 3 months
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MANU RÍOS & MAHMOUD
@ MILAN FASHION WEEK 2024
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ughitsmimi · 4 months
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"Out of my ignorance, I called you a homeland and I forgot that homelands are taken away."
-Mahmoud Darwish
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sulasnsleep · 9 months
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“And you became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.”
— Mahmoud Darwish
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spookyabuki · 5 months
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October 25 We woke up and found leaflets from the occupying army falling from the sky. They said Evacuate Gaza. Now, I am living by the seashore. I used to wake up in the morning and go to the sea to listen to the sound of the waves and relax. Today, as you can see, we are living in a tent. We suffer from the cold at night. We’re supposed to sleep on this mat but instead we’re covering ourselves with it. It’s full of thorns. They don’t come out easily. We were not born to die. We were born to live. We envy the martyrs because they’re gone and don’t have to endure this. I am unable to save myself, my children, or my parents. We don’t eat or drink. Food and water are not as important as living. We are souls, meant to live. This is what my 3-year-old son drew yesterday. I asked him, “What did you draw?” He said, “A worm that got attacked by an air strike and a little boy protecting it.” I asked him, “Why did you draw this?” He said, “I don’t know.”
—Mahmoud, quoted in "Can You Tell Us Why This Is Happening?: Testimonies from Gaza," in N+1
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missedstations · 6 months
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"Mahmoud" - Maya Abu Al-Hayyat
Mahmoud could have been our son. I’d have objected to the name and, for family reasons, you’d have insisted on it. We could have bought him a crib with a blue quilt and hung spinning musical animals to coax him to sleep, could have stayed up all night for his first tooth, experimenting with various formulas because my breasts couldn’t produce enough milk for his voracious appetite. And with a new Nikon camera, we could have captured his first step. And his verbal skills would have wiped the floor with your niece’s skills, of course. We could have disagreed over his elementary school: nothing wrong with public education, you’d have said, and I’d have demanded a private one. You’d have turned your face toward me as you counted our few remaining dollars to my wailing about balancing the budget. We would have been happy, his first school bag in one hand, his other hand waving to the neighbor’s girl before waving to us. His teacher would’ve complained as teachers are wont to do, and we’d have called her names for her blindness to the genius of our only son. Yes, we would have bought him a battery-operated car, built him a paper plane that doesn’t fly, maintained his teeth white, flipped his collar for coolness, and he’d have loved me more than you because of issues beyond my grasp: your jealousy would’ve grown mysterious. And when his voice changed he’d hate us both and love the neighbor’s girl more. Rumination would have haunted us for hours at night. Our whispers advising us to be patient, let go, observe from a distance. Then you’d have lost your wits over his first cigarette, the hidden pack in the laundry room, but his tremulous voice would prevent you from slapping him with an open palm. You’d have forgiven him, you’re kind like that. He’d only smoked in secret. But the first rock he’d have thrown at soldiers at the checkpoint, to raise his heroic stock in Manal’s eyes, would have declared war in our house: biting followed by flying slippers. Nightly debates wouldn’t have helped us to core solutions. I’d have to carry him between my teeth, fly him from one neighborhood to another to shield him. But he’d run away. That would be who he’d always been. A misguided kid who saps the heart and soul, that’s who he was. Still you were martyred eight years before he was born, and he was martyred eight years after you were gone.
                                     —Jerusalem
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belowthedot · 1 year
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saobvi · 1 year
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"Si fuera otro en el camino, no hubiera mirado atrás, diría lo que lo que le dijo un viajero a otro: ¡Extraño! ¡Despierta la guitarra más! Retrasa nuestro mañana para que nuestro camino tal vez se extienda y el espacio tal vez se haga más grande para nosotros, y tal vez nos rescaten de nuestra historia juntos: eres demasiado tú mismo... ¡Y yo soy demasiado otro que mí mismo justo aquí antes que tú!".
-Mahmoud Darwish.
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aridante · 4 months
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what resembles the grave but isn’t, anne boyer // i didn’t apologize to the well, mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah).
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luthienne · 5 months
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Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)
[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]
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mournfulroses · 5 months
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Mahmoud Darwish, from "In the Presence of Absence," originally published in 2006
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intersectionalpraxis · 3 months
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 7 months
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From Two poems by Mahmoud Darwish
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wally-b-feed · 9 months
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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Commander Mahmoud Barrels, 2023
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metamorphesque · 1 year
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unfolding into another spring
mahmood darwish, sylvia plath, v.e. schwab, ana mendieta
buy me a coffee
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ivynightshade · 17 days
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.’
[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]
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brexiiton · 9 months
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Sydney defence lawyer shot outside home in broad daylight in 'targeted' attack
By Savannah Meacham Associate Producer / 2:55pm Jul 26, 2023
A Sydney defence lawyer has been shot in a "targeted" attack outside a home in the city's south-west by an unknown person in broad daylist.
NSW Police said there were reports of gunshots fired just before 10:30am on Wednesday on Narelle Crescent in Greenacre.
When they got to the scene, 30-year-old Mahmoud Abbas was found with gunshot wounds.
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Mahmoud Abbas, 30, was shot outside a Greenacre home in Sydney's south-west (Abbas Jacobs Lawyers)
"It's understood the man was outside the home when he was approached by an unknown person and shot," police said.
Abbas was treated by paramedics at the scene before being taken to hospital in a serious but stable condition.
Detective Superintendent Adam Johnson said Abbas is about to undergo surgery for his injuries.
Police believe it was a targeted attack.
"This is clearly a targeted and brazen shooting," Johnson said.
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Police at the scene of the shooting at Greenacre in Sydney (9News)
Johnson said police will be investigating links to other recent shooting that have taken place across the city.
"The motive and reasoning behind it, I don't know. It's too early to speculate," he added. A crime scene has been established as officers investigate the daylight crime.
Underworld figure Mahmoud "Brownie" Ahmad was shot dead on the same street in April last year.
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