Don’t use the sharpness of your tongue on the mother who taught you to speak.

لا تستعمل حدة لسانك مع أمك التي علمتك كيف تتكلم.

quote of the day. (via loneliness-and-silence)


street artist el seed undertook a calligraphic road trip through tunisia transforming run down walls into dramatic works of art across various regions of the country. read more about the lost walls project here.

Anonymous asked:
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Aww thank you! 😁 it definitely did alhamdulillah 🎉


Gaza Artist Turns Israeli Air Strike Smoke into Powerful Sketches

As the world looks on with horror at the growing civilian toll in Gaza, and Hamas and Israel consider the terms of a U.S.-proposed ceasefire, one young Palestinian architect is responding to the crisis through art. Gaza-based Tawfik Gebreel aims to send a message, in the “universal humanitarian language understood by all peoples of the world.” He is using photos of the smoke thrown up by rocket strikes and reworking the images with symbols of hope and unity.


i love grandmas so much

from Teta, Alf Marra directed by Mahmoud Kaabour


Moroccan style riad [traditional Moroccan house or palace with an interior garden] in Palm Desert.

Pray hardest when it is hardest to pray.
الجادة الخامسة (via 5th-avenue-nyc)

(Source: thedailypozitive)

“My beloved, my beloved. All of my kids died, all of my kids died.

A Palestinian man who lost his family during the Gaza Massacre by Israel clutches at strangers in the hospital, seeking comfort in their arms as he wails at the thought of his newly dead children. The shirt he is wearing carries the stains of their blood. (From Tears of Gaza).



i have so much respect for mark ruffalo tbh bless him also maybe this means he will talk scarlett johansson out of enthusiastically sponsoring brands in occupied territories 


Israel: I have America’s government support.

Palestine: We have the Hulk.

(Source: sennaahmadphotography)

Oh rascal children of Gaza. You who constantly disturbed me with your screams under my window. You who filled every morning with rush and chaos. You who broke my vase and stole the lonely flower on my balcony. Come back, and scream as you want and break all the vases. Steal all the flowers. Come back..Just come back..
Khaled Juma, a Palestinian poet from Gaza.  (via nowinexile)