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when the flowers wither and fall,

[poems for namjoon @poemsfornamjoon]

no. 29
#arirang

[✄ @sogoesthelove]

— ‘into the sun’, bts.

[town person b⁷ 🪭 i/a @anotherunperson]

and like this notion of dopamine spikes vs dopamine crashes, of kerosene as both fuel but also this volatile flammable self destructive hazard, shows up in the contrasts of 'show me hate, show me love, make me bulletproof' as this VISIBLE, public engagement with an audience, -

[town person b⁷ 🪭 i/a @anotherunperson]

i think normal works exceptionally well in english because it's just... easier sometimes to express the most harrowing and/or vulnerable things in a second or third language. it creates this sense of distance & safety where the first language feels too vulnerable, too personal.

[nat⁷ @natyourwhalien]

like animals, bts / excerpt from the painted drum, louise erdrich

[poems for namjoon @poemsfornamjoon]

aliens
#arirang

[nico⁷🪐 saw bts!! @purpleirisjk]

tried not to repeat what has been said and what seems to be more or less obvious and I’m sure more things will arise bc I love this song so much but here is what we have until now enjoy <3
https://t.co/pHlamBIyft

[doolset🍊 @doolsetbangtan]

https://t.co/gRmHHV1WmQ

[shnoon⁷ SAW BTS 🪭 @minimoanie]

the point of naming the album Arirang has flown so far over peoples’ heads that it could wave at them as it passed by and they still wouldn’t see it. I’ve realised that for many people, they base cultural expression and their consumption of another’s culture from the outside as+

[sea @UHSNOOZE]

new all time favorite jimin picture unlocked

[eya🪽 @enhtirely]

you are the very reason all those other things feel worth loving at all.

[eya🪽 @enhtirely]

I run from grief until it finds me barefoot in the kitchen peeling an orange.

[Yipeng Ge 葛义朋 @yipengGe]

If you aren’t sick to your stomach, if you aren’t maddened beyond belief, if you aren’t heartbroken, if you aren’t feeling rage or grief or something else, then you aren’t paying attention.

[Hind Khoudary @Hind_Gaza]

I will not speak to foreign media about the killing of Palestinian journalists.
I will not sit on your global channels to be part of a segment you’ll forget by tomorrow.

To you, we are just a headline — a tragedy to consume, not colleagues to defend.

We are being hunted and killed in Gaza while you watch in silence.
For two years, your fellow journalists here have been slaughtered.

What did you do?
Nothing.

Or maybe it’s because we are Palestinian journalists — we don’t count as “real” colleagues in your eyes.

[Writers Against the War on Gaza @wawog_now]

Let the words of the martyr Anas al-Sharif, issued to the world an hour before the enemy killed him, burn your hearts. We will never forgive.

[أنس الشريف Anas Al-Sharif @AnasAlSharif0]

This is my will and my final message. If these words reach you, know that Israel has succeeded in killing me and silencing my voice. First, peace be upon you and Allah’s mercy and blessings.

Allah knows I gave every effort and all my strength to be a support and a voice for my people, ever since I opened my eyes to life in the alleys and streets of the Jabalia refugee camp. My hope was that Allah would extend my life so I could return with my family and loved ones to our original town of occupied Asqalan (Al-Majdal). But Allah’s will came first, and His decree is final. I have lived through pain in all its details, tasted suffering and loss many times, yet I never once hesitated to convey the truth as it is, without distortion or falsification—so that Allah may bear witness against those who stayed silent, those who accepted our killing, those who choked our breath, and whose hearts were unmoved by the scattered remains of our children and women, doing nothing to stop the massacre that our people have faced for more than a year and a half.

I entrust you with Palestine—the jewel in the crown of the Muslim world, the heartbeat of every free person in this world. I entrust you with its people, with its wronged and innocent children who never had the time to dream or live in safety and peace. Their pure bodies were crushed under thousands of tons of Israeli bombs and missiles, torn apart and scattered across the walls.

I urge you not to let chains silence you, nor borders restrain you. Be bridges toward the liberation of the land and its people, until the sun of dignity and freedom rises over our stolen homeland. I entrust you to take care of my family. I entrust you with my beloved daughter Sham, the light of my eyes, whom I never got the chance to watch grow up as I had dreamed.

I entrust you with my dear son Salah, whom I had wished to support and accompany through life until he grew strong enough to carry my burden and continue the mission.

I entrust you with my beloved mother, whose blessed prayers brought me to where I am, whose supplications were my fortress and whose light guided my path. I pray that Allah grants her strength and rewards her on my behalf with the best of rewards.

I also entrust you with my lifelong companion, my beloved wife, Umm Salah (Bayan), from whom the war separated me for many long days and months. Yet she remained faithful to our bond, steadfast as the trunk of an olive tree that does not bend—patient, trusting in Allah, and carrying the responsibility in my absence with all her strength and faith.

I urge you to stand by them, to be their support after Allah Almighty. If I die, I die steadfast upon my principles. I testify before Allah that I am content with His decree, certain of meeting Him, and assured that what is with Allah is better and everlasting.

O Allah, accept me among the martyrs, forgive my past and future sins, and make my blood a light that illuminates the path of freedom for my people and my family. Forgive me if I have fallen short, and pray for me with mercy, for I kept my promise and never changed or betrayed it.

Do not forget Gaza… And do not forget me in your sincere prayers for forgiveness and acceptance.

Anas Jamal Al-Sharif
06.04.2025

This is what our beloved Anas requested to be published upon his martyrdom.