my grandfather loved my grandmother
in a time when temples were scarce
and wars were many.

he made her his religion
and bowed at her feet when she grew angry.
she threw china plates at the wall.
she yelled for home.

he knelt at her bedside,
kissed the hanging hem of her sari
and whispered,
let’s build our own, honey,
let’s built our own.

she shook her head.
she swept the porcelain pieces into a pile
and they clanged and clanged,
as if to say,
okay, honey,
okay.

when he left, my grandmother
wouldn’t let anyone touch his body for a week.
they lay together on the bed.
she hummed hymns into his ear
and swore by his lifelessness that he
whistled through his teeth
at every chorus.

when he left, my grandmother
never forgot to set the table for two
and talk to his empty chair.
when she cried, she smiled.
when she smiled, she mumbled his name
quietly enough that we thought it was the wind
and moved to close the shutters.

she swore by every war they lived through,
every land they left behind,
the wedding band she wore to bed
for 60 years, that somewhere
he heard her hymns.

that somewhere he thanked her for the meal
and somewhere he nodded at her whispers
and said, let’s meet someday, honey,
let’s meet someday.

Lineage of Learning How Best to Leave | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)

fuckingrapeculture:

[Palestinian holds up a poster:YOUTake my waterBurn my olive treesDestroy my houseTake my jobSteal my landImprison my fatherKill my motherBomb my countryStarve us allHumiliate us allBUTI am to blame: I shot a rocket back]
politicaldove:

The photo speaks louder than any caption ever could.

fuckingrapeculture:

[Palestinian holds up a poster:
YOU

Take my water
Burn my olive trees
Destroy my house
Take my job
Steal my land
Imprison my father
Kill my mother
Bomb my country
Starve us all
Humiliate us all
BUT
I am to blame: I shot a rocket back]

politicaldove:

The photo speaks louder than any caption ever could.

I used to think that your mouth was sweet, but someone could convince you that vinegar is sweet if you haven’t tasted heaven.

Key Ballah, The Truth Will Help You Understand (via keywrites)