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[fe @7_Marife]

A Jesús también lo crucificaron antes de entender su poder 😪

[𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐠𝐚 @rvfaga]

Puerto Rico en #Paris2024 ella hablando de Guayama Francesa was ahead of her time y sabía cosas que nosotros no sabíamos 😭🇵🇷

[Ana Macho @anamachoalfa]

Tener amigas en la diáspora es tan scary porque dicen que te van a presentar a su novio y termina siendo un blanquito llamado Steve

[Sharmine Narwani @snarwani]

When I was young, I never really understood my parents insistence to only use olive oil imported from Palestine. It took a long time and a great distance in a process that was neither cheap nor convenient. The oil came in old beat-up containers that did not look appealing to me at all. In my head, if they wanted to support distant family back home, they could just send them money and save us and them a big hassle. We could just use the nice looking olive oil containers from the nearby store. Yet, this was never an option in our household. The only olive oil we used at home was from Palestine.

As I grew up and started a student part-time job, I worked with olive oil a little. I knew all about olive oil imported from Spain, Italy, and other countries. I knew which ones were better and more expensive. I also learned to tell, based on the pungent taste, which ones were extra virgin. I was tempted to use my employee discount to bring home one of the fancy bottles and use at our kitchen. I could not get myself to do it, and I did not exactly know why. I felt like it would be disrespectful to my parents even if it didn’t make sense to me. It did not feel right. It was not an option.

After living in Palestine for a year during the olive picking season, something changed. The olive picking season in Palestine is holy.

Palestinians relate to the weather based on how it would benefit or harm the olives. There is well-known unspoken rule about treating olive trees with respect. There is a day off from work just to pick olives. On public transportation, it is not unusual to hear someone on the phone telling their friend to stop by for their share of this year’s olive oil stored in what used to be a Coca-Cola or a liquor bottle. A driver will stop in the middle of the way to give his brother- in- law a jar of olives that are so close to one another that they start to crush showing their insides.

In Nablus, the owner of the Nabulsi soap factory takes pride in how picky he is about getting his olive oil. He insists on filling a cup to let me smell how authentic it is and smirks as he sees my diasporic facial expressions transform in appreciation of its strong smell running through all of my brain cells.

I started noticing how olive oil is an essential part of so many dishes. “Palestinians drink more olive oil than water” I would jokingly say and they would laugh in agreement. Olive oil is truly an everyday ritual.

They fantasize about its color when it’s fresh and remind me that it starts to change as it reacts with oxygen over time. They dip their bread into olive oil, just like that and without any additions, and enjoy it more than the sweetest of all foods. I can guarantee that every lunch invitation (عزومة) I received during the olive-picking season was a chance for my hosts to share their olive oil using Msakhan (a traditional Palestinian dish).

I now have a deeper understanding of the psychology behind the burning of olive trees by Israeli soldiers and why farmers moan at the scene as if they lost a loved one.

Wherever you are, if it’s accessible to you, make sure your olive oil is Palestinian. Your ancestors would want that.

-By Dima Seelawi

[fe @7_Marife]

Quisiera participar del “no me importa” trend en TikTok pero actually sí me importa y also me puedes pedir perdón?

[fe @7_Marife]

Terminando mi HW en el student center de mi uni y de repente empieza a sonar “Yo Perreo Sola” como parte de una iniciativa para celebrar Hispanic Heritage Month.

Ningún gringo a mi alrededor entendía el struggle de escribir un ensayo al ritmo de “Fuma y se pone bellaquita”

[fe @7_Marife]

Los raperos diciendo “la llevo a Maya” es tan gracioso… qué Maya exactamente? El mismo Maya que yo conozco? Bad Bunny va a un Martes de Jevas?

Necesito que me digan donde es que se meten para ir entonces

[fe @7_Marife]

Lavarse los dientes antes de ir al dentista se siente como estudiar 15 minutos antes de que empiece el examen

[fe @7_Marife]

La apropiación de la palabra Bichota es definitivamente uno de los problemas de más urgencia en PR ahora mismo, todos frente a la Fortaleza mañana a las 9:00 am SHARP!

[s @moisturizedRN]

she’s so pathetic for continuing to
use “bichota” like it’s a girl boss aesthetic when it isn’t.

meanwhile real bichotas get killed in Puerto Rico everyday.

[🖤 Christine @christinelu]

Thinking of my sister today. Harvard was a singular obsession with my mom during my childhood and it became my sister’s singular obsession throughout her short life. It became my own source of insecurity as a 2.8 GPA Asian (we exist) who sucked at math and standardized tests.

Maybe it’s a Gen X thing but she never once felt entitled to Harvard or worried that someone else would “take her spot” because she was in competition with herself.

Needless to say, losing her impacted our whole family. In our own ways we all stopped giving a fuck about Harvard.

So hello AAPI. I get where the obsession for elite schools as access points to the American Dream comes from. Been there, done that.

All this to say this obsession with elite schools without understanding this country’s history makes first generation immigrants easy targets for Edward Blum and friends without knowing who he even is.

It’s in their interest to see their fear of “demographic change” fighting each other for scraps because the idea of a more inclusive society for all is happening and it means a loss of control.

This is what this SCOTUS win for them was about. So feel how you want but just know that being used as a model minority tool is a choice.

[villana marie @villanamalandra]

Esta es una de las piezas más hermosas que he tenido el privilegio de leer acerca de mi misma. A mi colectivo, mi comunidad, mi gente, mis hermanas… no daremos ni UN solo paso atrás.
Nos tenemos.

Sin palabras. Gracias por tanto.
https://t.co/KKQnT7Xqfr

[fe @7_Marife]

@w1loon u either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain

[fe @7_Marife]

@requena10939678 Nos fuimos

[fe @7_Marife]

2 años y el municipio de Guayama aún no me ha auspiciado el viaje a Francia por esta promo

qn les dice?!

[RAITRÚ | El Juego de Cartas @juegaraitru]

Guayama Francesa girl 🫶🏼

[fe @7_Marife]

Todo hombre tóxico que conozco es fan de Anuel. 1+1= 2 😴😴😴😴😴😴

[fe @7_Marife]

@luisaamuniiz No he sido educada en la musica urbana de mi isla

[fe @7_Marife]

genuinamente de donde sacaron tanta gente? Aprox 10 de estas personas tienen q ser del coro del RUM o algo pq

[fe @7_Marife]

Digo esto con todo el respeto del mundo pero necesito que haya alguna investigación sobre la cantidad de competencias de belleza en PR.

Cada día me entero d un MisstinypetitedelbarriointerancionalPR.

Respuestas pls!

[fe @7_Marife]

@idekisabelle_ yo tomando Tums antes del jangueo

[fe @7_Marife]

@tomasrios_14 la mitad de twitter PR se va a quedar sin contenido