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 countless lives were lost. The survivors faced unimaginable hardships, fleeing with little more than the clothes on their backs, often under the threat of violence or death. Refugees were subjected to squalid and overcrowded camps, where they struggled with hunger, disease, and despair. The trauma and suffering of the Nakba continue to resonate through generations, a dark and painful chapter etched into the collective memory of the Palestinian people.
“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’ve caught the frowns and the anger, he’s happy with you,of course he doesn’t know your unhappy, you grin at him all day long, you’ll come and I catch hell because i love you. And im saying either fake it with me or don’t speak to me at all”
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 my lesson. because that’s how it feels Maybe im just exhausted.
Or maybe i dont believe in god I dont think I want to
It’s a shame how there’s so many beautiful things in this life only or people to be a bunch of faggots and ruin it all
What’s hope for people how have nothing else to live for?
It feels okay when your with the wrong people , it feel wrong with the right people
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 in it? I am afraid of a palm that will suddenly come to me, wake me up and show me that everything I built turned out to be wrong and that I am wasting my future on something that will not work. But if I'm not stupid, if I just put my brain into studying instead of playing around so I can get excellent grades. This is what I'm afraid of.
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 in my own, he tells me he remembers when i could wrap my entire fist around his little finger.
I wonder when exactly did i stop being his little girl and became his angry daughter.
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 harder
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 plush from my friend that moved schools Black hair all over my floor
That’s it I guess
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
