Reading leaves me with an awful migraine. What’s the purpose of life if I cannot read?
The Tragedy of Self (I) - Kuwaiti Artist Monira Al Qadiri
In my series “The Tragedy of Self”, I have focused on th social context of the modern age, in which I feel the “I” is more prominent than the “We”. Individual narcissism is rampant every where we look, and I am very keen to explore this condition. But instead of just looking at it from a critical viewpoint, I have decided to realize it: physically. I have taken photographs of myself as a masculine saint-like figure, in order to display the joy and tragedy which come with individual narcissism. I have become the bearded Arab man I envision, and experienced his solitary love of self. - MQ
(Source: messyperson)
Along with “shibshib of shame”, I could also introduce the “burqa of bullshit” - use a veil pun, and I would be happy to see you spend the rest of the lecture being that veil pun.
“Behind the veil” means you spend the rest of the day living behind it.
“Under the veil” - you live under it
Etc.
Well, you’ve just read my authoritative essay :)
My Arabic translation skills are very shoddy, but فكك مني could be translated to “let me be” - an assertive “let me be”.
I really want to become a lecturer on Muslim-y gender-y someday just so I can introduce my ‘shibshib of shame’. “Throw your orientalist analysis of the Muslim soul my way, and I’ll throw this Muslim sole your way”
depression remedies for brown women: popping pumpkin seeds
Reading about ‘queer Arab shame’ always uplifts my mood
By Hannah Habibi, inspired by Rossetti’s Proseprine
i’ll probably die because of sleep deprivation
labneh is my mayo, my ketchup and my mustard.
Don’t dismiss FEMEN ‘s ability to create change: they change out of their clothes