This was a reality and still is
**The Nakba of 1948**
The Nakba, or "Catastrophe," of 1948 marks one of the most harrowing and devastating events in modern history. During this period, hundreds of thousands of Palestinian Arabs were forcefully expelled from their homes as violence erupted with the establishment of the state of Israel. Entire villages were razed, families were torn apart, and coun...
“If I love you I can’t lie to you”
“Of course you can lie to me , cuz what the hell do i care about the truth?i care if your were there
And what- what does the truth matter? And why you gonna be truthful with me when you lie to everybody else? You lied when you smiled at my father, treat me the same way you treat him. Lie to me , smile”
“I can’t treat you that way”
“You must,you must,because I...
people say that god tests the one’s he loves,even if it inflicts pain
Maybe that’s true
But what if I don’t believe in god?
I keep having bad experiences just like that for no reason? Just suffering for the sake of suffering?
I always found the concept of past lives interesting because what if it was true
And “god” keeps putting me in these situations over and over with the same people yo learn ...
هل عشان أحب شي معناته راح أنجح فيه؟
ليش ما حد غيرك شايف كويس ؟
أنا خايفة من كف يجيني فجأة يجيني صحيني وريني أنا كل شيء بنيته وطلع غلط وإني قاعد اضيع مستقبلي على شي ما ينجح. بس أنا إذا ما كنت غبي لو بس أحط مخي في المذاكرة بدل اللعب بقدر اجيب درجات الامتياز. هذا اللي أنا خايفة منه.
which translates to :
just because I love something ,mean I will succeed at it?
Why doesn't anyone else see well ...
Everybody wants to judge but nobody wants to listen, like he used to.
My father held my hand, his fingerprints are worn from decades of hard work,years of struggle,years of pain
Every time he laughs it cuts through me more that his anger does. I look at him just like i used to,in my early childhood, eyes full of wonder.
For once he feels like a dad, not just a father.
I grip his hand tightly i...
If only i was lucky enough to wake up next to you , please tell me you love me even if its untrue.
my mama didn’t raise me to be this pathetic
I think of you even on my day offs, i never knew someone could be so beautiful .
Something about the way you look at me
Your eyes
Your eyes are so perfect , the closest thing to perfection at least.
If only you were a guy , i would have fell for you ha...
I hate people i would rather be my self
They always need something from you, its always taking never giving
Most the friendships i had were like watering a dead plant.
I remember staying with people who did not give a shit about me just because I didn’t want to be alone
I feel so behind in life
I wish i could be alone and not lonely since im always with myself.
(School today was shit)...
Paint drops on my floor tiles
A trillion canvases huddled in one corner
My sisters books
Too much bags
Too much journals
Pictures of me and my siblings
My old teddy’s under my bed
My sisters old bag from year 12
A stack of year 10 and 11 books near my bed
My 15th bday year birthday box with most of the birthday cards i ever got
A letter for my mom that i never gave her
A little crocodile plus...
Memory breathes
Some moments last forever whether it was good or bad
Some word still wander my head , even if they were years ago .I remember
I remember going with my aunt and buying toys and losing them in the car although she scolds us every time about it.
Certain memories replay over and over never stopping
I’m too tired to continue whatever this is...
