She felt as though she would sink through the floor. The airy skirts of her robe enveloped her figure as in a cloud. But while she looked like a lovely butterfly caught amid grasses, and ready to spread its trembling wings, a horrible despair oppressed her heart.

ghazzah has no food. this is the most important thing you can say today. the israeli occupation has gotten away with starving 1.8 million+ ppl for long enough to where tht ppl are dying everyday from it now.

Even the most repressed woman has a secret life, with secret thoughts and secret feelings which are lush and wild, that is, natural Even the most captured woman guards the place of the wildish self, for she knows intuitively that someday there will be a loophole, an aperture, a chance, and she will hightail it to escape.

I genuinely feel ashamed that all I can do is write words while more and more Arab people die - but momentum for fundraisers is one of very few things any of us can do at the moment