[ In the memory of The Murder of 12-year-old Mohammed al-Durrah in cold blood by Israeli occupation soldiers 30 September 2000]Images from the video footage of 12-year-old Muhammad al-Durrah being shot dead by Israeli soldiers in the Gaza Strip. The scene was filmed by a France 2 cameraman. Shots are heard and Muhammad and his father cower behind a concrete wall. Muhammad’s father, Jamal, tries to shield his son. The father is heard pleading: ‘don’t shoot’. But shots ring out. The child collapses in his father’s arms. The child dies on his father’s lap and the father is badly wounded and unconscious. The deadly scene was filmed by a television crew working for a French TV network. The film of the tragedy was widely shown, around the world.

[ In the memory of The Murder of 12-year-old Mohammed al-Durrah in cold blood by Israeli occupation soldiers 30 September 2000]

Images from the video footage of 12-year-old Muhammad al-Durrah being shot dead by Israeli soldiers in the Gaza Strip. The scene was filmed by a France 2 cameraman. Shots are heard and Muhammad and his father cower behind a concrete wall. Muhammad’s father, Jamal, tries to shield his son. The father is heard pleading: ‘don’t shoot’. But shots ring out. The child collapses in his father’s arms. The child dies on his father’s lap and the father is badly wounded and unconscious. The deadly scene was filmed by a television crew working for a French TV network. The film of the tragedy was widely shown, around the world.

[because death loves suddenly, like me,and death, like me, doesn’t love waiting..]____________________________________"While Waiting" While waiting, I become obsessed with observingthe many possibilities: maybe she forgot her smallsuitcase on the train, and my address got lostand her mobile phone got lost, so she lost her appetiteand said: No share of the light drizzle for him /Or maybe she got busy with an urgent matter or a journeyto the south to visit the sun, and calledbut didn’t find me in the morning, becauseI had gone to buy some gardenia for our evening and two bottles of wine /Or maybe she was in dispute with her ex-husband over matters of memory, and she swore not to seeanother man who might threaten her with making memories /Or maybe she crashed into a taxi on the wayto see me, which extinguished some planets in her galaxy.And she is still being treated with tranquilizers and sleep /Or maybe she looked in the mirror before going outof herself, felt two large pearsmaking waves on her silk, then sighed and hesitated:Does anyone else other than myself deserve my womanhood /Or maybe she ran, by coincidence, into an old love she hadn’t healed from, and joined him for dinner /Or maybe she died,because death loves suddenly, like me,and death, like me, doesn’t love waiting..~ Mahmoud Darwish

[because death loves suddenly, like me,
and death, like me, doesn’t love waiting..]
____________________________________

"While Waiting" 

While waiting, I become obsessed with observing
the many possibilities: maybe she forgot her small
suitcase on the train, and my address got lost
and her mobile phone got lost, so she lost her appetite
and said: No share of the light drizzle for him /
Or maybe she got busy with an urgent matter or a journey
to the south to visit the sun, and called
but didn’t find me in the morning, because
I had gone to buy some gardenia for our evening 
and two bottles of wine /
Or maybe she was in dispute with her ex-husband 
over matters of memory, and she swore not to see
another man who might threaten her with making memories /
Or maybe she crashed into a taxi on the way
to see me, which extinguished some planets in her galaxy.
And she is still being treated with tranquilizers and sleep /
Or maybe she looked in the mirror before going out
of herself, felt two large pears
making waves on her silk, then sighed and hesitated:
Does anyone else other than myself deserve my womanhood /
Or maybe she ran, by coincidence, into an old 
love she hadn’t healed from, and joined him for dinner /
Or maybe she died,
because death loves suddenly, like me,
and death, like me, doesn’t love waiting..

~ Mahmoud Darwish

Souad Massi - Khalouni (Let me)

[i tried to translate the lyrics to English :p ]

Tell me why you are so thoughtful?

You are with us but you seem so alone?

People are joyful at the beach

but your mind is going far beyond

It is clear that your heart is filled 

It is clear that you can’t take it anymore..

Who is accustomed to suffer since so young

His whole life will be a burning flame..

[let me.. let me.. let me mourn my mistakes, let me .. let me.. let me mourn my luck]

Look at people how they are delighted..

Look at people how they are playing..

see how the sky is clear.. and how yours is blurry..

There is who life smiled to him, and gave him without counting..

and there is who just like you.. crying and supporting sufferance.. 

[let me.. let me.. let me mourn my mistakes, let me .. let me.. let me mourn my luck]

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Me and Thievery Corp. and endless love story.

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a Tunisian rural woman wearing the traditional “Takhlila” preparing red pepper to be dried.

a Tunisian rural woman wearing the traditional “Takhlila” preparing red pepper to be dried.

tunisialove:

EL JEM  Amphitheatre Art, Tunisia.

tunisialove:

EL JEM  Amphitheatre Art, Tunisia.

(Source: i-love-tunisia, via -loveher-)