From Rome with Love

I just wanted to share pictures from my last trip to the magical city of Rome.

Because I don’t have enough money and time, I hardly ever travel. So yes, I’m making a huge deal out of my trip to Rome.

It was a spectacular visit.

I took many pictures with my DSLR camera, but I’m only sharing pictures I took with my phone.

 

Not Your Toy / No occupation

“Not Your Toy” is a hit song by an Israeli singer that won at the Eurovision this year. The song supposedly deals with Chauvinism, which sounds like something I’d like to hear, but the tunes aren’t really that great. It’s a catchy pop song though.

Israelis enjoy fighting racism, chauvinism, and try to advocate for human rights, LGBT rights, women rights, animal rights, etc. But when it comes to advocating for the Palestinians rights, they can’t do that. It’s not part of their schemes as liberal people.

Israeli vegans aggressively fight against slaughtering animals, but they do not care about slaughtering Arabs or Palestinians.

If you dare say that there is occupation in Israel, you have to deal with the consequences of your claim, and might be attacked, jailed, etc.

And since it’s the only democracy in the Middle East, you have to be extremely grateful that you’re not living anywhere else.

Now while people celebrated the glory of Israel in the Eurovision, many people were being killed and injured in Gaza. Because as you can see, the glory of Israel means the fall of the Palestinian people.

This is a cover song for the song “Not your Toy”. The song is in Hebrew with subtitles in English. The person who wrote it, sang it and edited it is very brave in my opinion, and this song is better than the original. Boom, Boom Boom-boom.

New beginnings, in a new home

Last weekend I left a very beautiful apartment that I loved, to a smaller and less appealing apartment.

I wasn’t at all excited for the move, but it is the right decision, and I will be grateful for that later.

The story behind the move is long and distressing, but it’s a new beginning that will be beautiful.

I’m not really being positive and optimistic, I’m just stating facts about the whole situation. That’s why it’s a long story.

 

So I moved. I live now in a new home. And an adventure awaits me.

The only land

It’s the only land in which killing innocent people is considered self defense.

It’s the only land in which imprisoning children is considered self defense.

It’s the only land that confiscates lands to erase history.

It’s the only land that forbids you from practicing your culture, because it is a threat.

It’s the only land that forbids you from keeping your memory because it is a threat.

It’s the only land that hates you because you are what you are.

 

When I started writing the lines above, I was thinking of children prisoners in Israel, like Ahem Tamimi, who was arrested for slapping a soldier, who refused to get out of her land.

But, now I want to share this:

Last week, the poet Dareen Tatour is convicted for writing a poem, because according to Israel it contains incitement.

The poem: “Resist, My People, Resist them”

Simple as that.

Read The terror of poetry

But nothing happens when when Jewish Israeli people publicly say, shout, write, sing: “Death to Arabs”

(Instagram Pictures above contains many Facebook profile names contain “Death To Arabs” between brackets)

This is the only democracy in the Middle East, by the way. And Arabs are terrorists!

 

Naci en Palestina (Was born in Palestine)

When you’re born in Palestine, you always feel like you don’t know how to refer to your “home”.

The song is sang in both Spanish and Arabic by the great Tunisian singer Emel Mathlouthi . Great voice, great music!

Lyrics translated to English:

I have no place
I have no landscape
I have no homeland

With my finger I make fire
and with my heart I sing for you
my heart strings weep

I was born in Palestine
I was born in Palestine

I have no place
I have no landscape
I have no homeland

I have no place
I have no now
I have no country

With my finger I make fire
and with my heart I sing for you
my heart strings weep

I was born in Palestine
I was born in Palestine

I have no place
I have no now
I have no homeland

التعليم والاحتلال Education and Occupation!

مش عادي

Ariel is a settlment built in the West Bank in 1978, since then with government aproval and help it grew to become the largest of the West bank settlments, it sits between Jenin and Nablus, and now houses about 19,220 Israeli settlers.
Nazareth, the Largest Arab city in Israel, built about 4000 years ago (early estimates, 2200 BC), houses 75,922 people.
the First has a University Funded by the state, the second has been demanding a University, and working for establishing one, for more than 30 years.
the key to success in the Jewish state aparently is occupation!
Just FYI: more than 5000 Arab Palestinian Students (from Israel), study in the Palestinian universities in West Bank, mainly Jenin and Hebron!

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أريئيل هي مستوطنة اسرائيلية بُنيت في الضفة الغربية عام 1978، مذ ذاك الحين وبموافقة الحكومة ومساعدتها توسعت لتصبح كبرى المستوطنات الاسرائيلية في الضفة الغربية المحتلة. وهي تقع بين جنين…

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Resolutions revisited

I’ve been thinking about something recently, and I want to write about it.

Do you remember the new year’s resolutions I wrote?  I’m going to list them here again, and talk about what is it to be improve the self.

1. Lose weight (and workout more).  Only work out when I can make time, and just try to be healthy. 
2. No more wasting money on clothes (which don’t fit me that well).  Be smarter about clothes. I don’t need many, but it’s okay to buy clothes that are appropriate and comfortable.
3. Study more. Just a bit more.
4. Go out less. (it’s not like I go out a lot, and it’s not like I’m missing anything out there).
5. Reduce the number of my friends. Not all of them are worth it (no worries, my friends don’t really read my blog).
6. Travel. Really, even when I have no one to travel with. It’s okay not to be able to travel when because I can’t. Can’t force myself to travel when I don’t have money, time or the right companionship. I can always travel in the future, but can’t force myself to travel for the sake of travelling (and then show off on the social network)
7. Don’t date. At all. Unless they prove their worth. The right person will come up when you’re least expecting. In the meantime, I have other stuff to worry about. 
8. Write more in this blog.

Ever since the beginning of this year, I’ve been trying to work on myself. Essentially on my personality and attitude.

  1. I want to be kinder.  Not chocolate Kinder. I want to be a kind person. I want to be nice and helpful. When I can, and when I’m at the right place, I want to help.
  2. I want to be patient.  Patience is a luxury, and yes, sometimes we don’t have everything under control, and sometimes we can be anxious and paranoid. But there’s still an inner poise we can still focus on. And patience makes us feel relaxed and content I suppose.
  3. I want to know myself better. I started doing that many years ago by writing down my feelings, and I also tend to speak to myself when I’m alone. And it helps. It helps let obnoxious feelings out, and it helps understand where they might come from. Exploring feelings helps exploring the self. I try not to let things in, at least not with myself.

 

 

 

Palm Sunday – Jerusalem 1931

Palm Sunday is in another two weeks, and I just found this on Facebook (reposted by my dad). We’re not a family of great believers, but we do believe that we, Arabs (Christians and Muslims) lived in Palestine before the Occupation in 1948.

This footage is considered rare, though it may not be as accurate. But looking at the fashion, and looking at the people and the land, it did take place in Palestine before 1948.

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The branches they’re holding are Palm branches, the same ones people were holding to welcome Jesus Christ to the city of Jerusalem on that Sunday.

#IWD2018

Today is the International Women’s day. And for some reason, I don’t like making a huge deal out of this day. Perhaps because I’m fed up with all of the women empowerment posts on the social media, and all of the cliched statements that are recently made.

You can go around, and feel like “Oh yeah! look at me! I’m a woman of free will, and I wanna do things my way. I’m powerful and independent etc.”

Okay. Great. Women should have their own free will, and should do things their way. But for some reason I’m sick of all these encouragements and social media posts. Most of the time I feel that they are pretentious and even meaningless.

My Facebook feed is jammed with posts by everyone, including men and women, all repeating the same cliched bullshit about women empowerment.

This day became a day to show off your thoughts about feminism. And if that is the case, I would like to take an opportunity to really state why we still need feminism. But not necessarily celebrate this specific day.

  1. Though she can’t see it, my mom still treats me differently than my brothers.
  2. Men still think they can sexually harass me in the streets
  3. No matter what I do, people still think that I don’t have my life together because I don’t have a husband.
  4. Women in my home town are still marrying young, not pursuing a proper education, and they become slaves to their husband, children and society.
  5. Women in my home town are still being abused by their husbands. And take the blame.
  6. The only good wishes you hear from people are: 3o2bal tsere 3aroos o nefra7 feke (till you become a bride and we’ll be happy for you/because of you)
  7. Men thinking that feminism is overrated.
  8. Men calling you too picky and stubborn for not picking them to be their sexual slave.
  9. Men thinking that the only way you can be a free open-minded woman is by opening your legs to them.
  10. People making you feel less of yourself because you’re not married. They treat you like a child, even if you’re older.
  11. Having to prove yourself to other females in terms of education, career, marriage, and beauty (?)
  12. Other skinny women blaming you for being fatter and not caring about your nutrition.
  13. Not finding any stores that sell your size, because you’re: tall, fat, short, etc.
  14. We need feminism because of … the Middle East goes backwards.
  15. We need feminism because there are still religions in the world.
  16. We need feminism because I’m sick of people writing all this bullshit on this day specifically, because you need a day to tell other females to be strong.

Actually, you need a day to tell women to be wonder women. But in fact, Wonder Woman is not a good example of strong women who should just be themselves. And the movie was horrible.

 

Anyway, I rambled a lot. So, enjoy your day and feel powerful. And don’t forget that any act you enjoy doing is one step to getting over the world. In some sense.

 

Bullshit motivational quotes #1

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So I found this on Facebook the other day, and I thought of sharing. Not because I find it inspiring, but I rather think it’s bullshit.

Motivational quotes nowadays are getting out of hand, and started becoming irrelevant to our daily activities and our personalities.

I do many things during the day, and I have to make decisions every year that scare me. But why would I force myself into doing one thing every single day that scares me?

Should I watch a stupid horror movie every now and then? I personally find them repulsive and waste of time.

Should I go and walk in an abandoned ally every now and then? and risk getting mugged, raped or murdered? Why would I do that? I don’t think I want to be that stupid.

Should I go and do skydiving? I know it’s something I might want to do some day, but why force myself into doing it now?

 

I would rather say instead:

Do one thing every day (or every other day) that you want to do.

That’s all, so simple.

My home town, not my homeland

I should be entirely ashamed of my feelings. I should repent the way I feel.

I was driving back to the my home town, to see my family. I do that every other weekend.

The minute I entered my hometown, instead of feeling nostalgic I felt alienated. I cursed my home town.

I cursed my home town.

Kos o5tek yaft ‘lnsari.

I cursed my home town.

I hate you.

I hate everything here.

(Except my family,

and my childhood memories.)

My home town…

Where people spy on each other.

Where people talk shit about each other.

Where people kill each other… over money and honor.

My home town…

where people are extremely religious, and live back in the 15th century.

And where girls, my age, younger and older, look the fucking same.

Same hair, same jeans, same t-shirt.

And I look hideous in my sweats and my Amsterdam t-shirt.

With my untamed hair, and brain.

I flew outside of the city to find another place in which I can feel comfortably alienated.

 

March 3, 2018

Rebloggoed: 50 Gentle Reminders For When You Feel Like You’re Going To Die Alone

Unsplash / Mikail Duran1. You might not have a boyfriend, but you are already loved — by family, by friends, by pets, by the universe. 2. There is more to this world than whether you have a ring on your finger. 3. Your relationship status does not define you as a person, your heart does. 4. Half of the…

via 50 Gentle Reminders For When You Feel Like You’re Going To Die Alone — Thought Catalog