asrar-i-khudi
I tell my stories as the reed/ Plucked from its native wild/ Murmurs; oh Rose, listen! I tell/ The grief of hearts exiled
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rknjl:

I guess it’s important to note that there has been a recent crackdown on these guys for no good reason: http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2014/07/war-against-nyc-subway-dancers-rages-on.html

This may be one of the best things I have ever seen.

isqineeha:

Identity - Sudanese Painter Iman Shagggag

isqineeha:

Identity - Sudanese Painter Iman Shagggag

Lullaby for a Palestinian Child

Don’t cry child,
your mother has only
just cried herself to sleep.

Don’t cry child,
just a while ago
your father took leave
of all his sorrows.

Don’t cry child,
your brother has gone
to another land chasing
after his butterfly dreams.

Don’t cry child,
your sister has married
and left for another country.

Don’t cry child,
in your courtyard
they bathed the dead sun,
and buried the moon,
before leaving.

Don’t cry child,
if you cry,
mother, father, sister, brother,
the moon and the sun, all
will make you cry endlessly

But maybe if you smile,
they will one day all return
in a different guise
to play with you.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

مگر دل ہے کہ اس کی خانہ ویرانی نہیں جاتی

فیض احمد فیض

mastruk:

Gilgit-Baltistan, Pakistan. Views of the Hunza valley seen from the Baltit fort. Photographs by Kieron Nelson.


wjhk:

I do not want a place to be buried in.I want a place to live in and curse, if I wish.
- Mahmoud Darwish

wjhk:

I do not want a place to be buried in.
I want a place to live in and curse, if I wish.

- Mahmoud Darwish

momnaaaa:

And spotted these washed up.


nearlya:

Romain Cadilhon.. Sans titre (d’après Rodin), charcoal on paper. 2014

nearlya:

Romain Cadilhon.. Sans titre (d’après Rodin), charcoal on paper. 2014

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