Has anyone in Dem leadership—Jeffries, Schumer, anyone—spoken out on defense of Tlaib and Hamawy after the racist attacks targeting them yesterday? Any major pundit, liberal nonprofit? Any editorial board? Republicans smearing Muslim electeds as “terrorists” is simply a nonstory
Rashida Tlaib and the winner of the NJ-12 primary Adam Hamawy were casually smeared as “terrorists” by mainline politicians and commentators over the past 24 hours. Will we get panicked trend pieces about “Muslim safety” and the “alarming rise in anti-Muslim racism?” We will not.
@REHX4@PunishedPingu@HasanabiProd@hasanthehun she didn’t steal that money from them, they voluntarily donated it, with full knowledge as to what it was going towards. nobody needs compensating. again, people can do whatever they want with their own money.
It’s all talk. Just withhold foreign aid to Israel for a month and they’ll stop bombing their neighbors - instant peace, the Strait of Hormuz can be opened, and gas drops $2 a gallon. Israel has been, and continues to be, the biggest welfare recipient from American tax payers.
They call it a “وديعة”.
A deposit.
That is the word many Lebanese families are now using for the temporary burial of loved ones who cannot be taken home because of the war.
In English, the word sounds cold & administrative. A deposit is something placed somewhere temporarily until it can be reclaimed.
So much bureaucratic connotation in a word for something so intimate.
A deposit.
As though she were luggage.
Or a document.
Or an item being stored.
But in Arabic, وديعة carries another meaning too. It is something entrusted. Something left in safekeeping. Something precious that is being held until it can be returned.
And yet, when we are talking about a mother who has just died, it feels unbearable.
Because no daughter wants to say:
“We are placing my mother as a وديعة.”
It sounds as though death itself has become temporary storage.
As though war has reached so deeply into ordinary life that even burial has been put on hold.
These days, because of the war, many Lebanese families are having to place their loved ones as وديعة.
Not because they want to.
Because they have no choice.
Roads are inaccessible. Villages remain under threat. Entire areas are subject to bombardment & displacement orders. Families can no longer safely reach the towns & villages where generations before them were buried.
Last week, when my mother died, we became one of those families.
Taking Siran back to Nabatiyeh to lay her beside my father, where she always asked to be buried, was simply a mission impossible.
So instead, my brother & I followed the vehicle carrying her coffin to a temporary burial ground.
There was no familiar procession.
No gathering of relatives.
No prayers in the Hussainiya before departure.
No final journey home.
Only a quiet drive.
A Sheikh offered prayers over her body. Strangers gathered around us & prayed alongside us. Then a few men carried her towards a section of the cemetery reserved for what people now simply call the deposits.
A small concrete space had been prepared. Inside it sat a simple wooden coffin-sized box built to the exact dimensions of the concrete cavity, designed to facilitate transfer in the future.
Another prayer was said.
The soil was placed over her.
Around us, women wailed over other graves. A microphone carried prayers for someone else’s dead. Flags fluttered above nearby tombs. The whole scene felt surreal, suspended somewhere between mourning & administration.
Then one of the men looked at us & said:
“Write this down. Memorise this number.”
3/5.
The fifth coffin in the third row.
That is where my mother now lies.
A small stone bearing her name will eventually be placed there so that one day we can find her again & take her home.
Home.
What a simple word.
For centuries families buried their loved ones beside parents, spouses, ancestors & neighbours. It was a final act of belonging.
Today many of us are forced to say:
“Not yet.”
“For now, we leave them here.”
“We will come back for them later.”
War takes many things from people.
Homes.
Safety.
Certainty.
But I never imagined it would take this too.
That even in death, my mother could not be laid to rest beside the man she loved & always called ‘the best of men.’
For now, Siran remains a وديعة.
Entrusted.
Held.
Waiting.
And one day, God willing, when the roads are open, the bombs have stopped, & Nabatiyeh is once again reachable, we will take her to where she always wanted to be.
Beside my father.
Where she belongs.
"Soy de las Naciones Unidas y vine del Líbano hace 2 semanas, como nadie hizo nada en Gaza, Israel está haciendo lo mismo en Líbano, no han dejado ni un pueblo en pie. 3 compañeros mios fueron asesinados y a nuestro gobierno le importa una mierda".
Un trabajador de la ONU en Canadá, denuncia el genocidio de "Israel" en Líbano y Gaza mientras enfrenta a la policía canadiense que reprime a los manifestantes que protestan contra los sionistas en las calles.
Americans be like: "9/11, the most shocking day in world history, when we knew we werent safe at home"
The rest of the world on a daily basis for the past century under Isreal and american t*rrorism:
BREAKING
Israel is now threatening to bomb the Christian Quarter in the city of Tyre, South Lebanon.
There are no military targets.
This is one of the oldest continuously inhabited Christian areas in southern Lebanon — over 2,000 years old.
Not a peep from Western governments
The US has refused to host Iran's national team for the World Cup even though they have to play all their games there
Which means they're based in Tijuana and will have to fly on the day of their games
I've never heard of this kind of discrimination in World Cup history