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Kurdish protest in toronto

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ieroscum:

when ur headphone is slowly slipping out of your ea r and you just think no„ my love…, r eturn

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bijikurdistan:

Welcome gift’

Turkish police attacks Kurdish Refugees  (Sep 21)

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isohels:

Why is body hair only unhygienic when it’s on a woman’s body?

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middleeasternpoetry:

Puzzled, Djedef turned where Nafa was pointing, and saw the miniature image of a peasant girl on the banks of the nile, the horizons of evening tinged with the hues of sunset. As though awakened by the beauty of this picture that drew him from the valleys of his dreads, he approached it slowly, until he came to within an arm’s length of it. Nafa saw his amazement and could not be more pleased. “Do you not see it as a picture rich in both colour and shadow? Look at the Nile, and the horizons!” he exclaimed. Djedef answered in an otherworldly voice, “Just ask me to look at the peasant girl!” Contemplating her picture, Nafa said, “The burns has immortalised the flow of the nile, which has such dignity.” But Djedef interjected, without paying any attention to what the artist was saying, “By God… such a soft, supple body, as slender and upright as a lance!” “Look at the fields, and at the bent-over crops, whose direction shows…” said Nafa. As though he didn’t hear his brother at all, Djedef muttered: “How gorgeous this bronze face is, like the moon! She’s alive, O Nafa. I can almost hear her murmuring. How can you live with her under one roof?”
Oh Soad, we miss you terribly. 
May you rest in peace. 

middleeasternpoetry:

Puzzled, Djedef turned where Nafa was pointing, and saw the miniature image of a peasant girl on the banks of the nile, the horizons of evening tinged with the hues of sunset. As though awakened by the beauty of this picture that drew him from the valleys of his dreads, he approached it slowly, until he came to within an arm’s length of it. Nafa saw his amazement and could not be more pleased. “Do you not see it as a picture rich in both colour and shadow? Look at the Nile, and the horizons!” he exclaimed. Djedef answered in an otherworldly voice, “Just ask me to look at the peasant girl!” Contemplating her picture, Nafa said, “The burns has immortalised the flow of the nile, which has such dignity.” But Djedef interjected, without paying any attention to what the artist was saying, “By God… such a soft, supple body, as slender and upright as a lance!” “Look at the fields, and at the bent-over crops, whose direction shows…” said Nafa. As though he didn’t hear his brother at all, Djedef muttered: “How gorgeous this bronze face is, like the moon! She’s alive, O Nafa. I can almost hear her murmuring. How can you live with her under one roof?”

Oh Soad, we miss you terribly. 

May you rest in peace. 

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zamaaanawal:

Lebanon during the 1950s.

zamaaanawal:

Lebanon during the 1950s.

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