sar

not a safe space for straight people

[natt @unpococlownn]

lamine rezando, el resto dándose de hostias y rosalía sonando de fondo ,q vídeo

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

@lesvantine isnt it more heavily used in the maghreb anyways? never came across this word in leb

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

@lesvantine litt what i said like cut the crap just play w khalsouna

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

MAIS LA HONTE LA HONTE LA HONTE WHAT

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH 2MIN???????????

[Daniel Keller @dnlklr]

Is nothing sacred to these AI freaks???? Mark Zuckerberg and Larry Ellison just built this monstrous data center in the very heart of Paris—only steps away from Notre-Dame and the Louvre. Can’t the EU do something?

[Habib Battah @habib_b]

Beirut tonight. Over 4,000 lives lost, 12,000 injured, 90,000 homes destroyed, 1 million made homeless and we are celebrating the country that made and supplied the weapons that did this.

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

tt ce que je retiens de ce match cest quon va graille l’argentine

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

OMG

[Cerfia @CerfiaFR]

🚨🇫🇷🇮🇷🎨🕊️ ALERTE INFO | L'artiste franco-iranienne Marjane Satrapi, autrice de la célèbre bande dessinée Persepolis, est morte à l'âge de 56 ans.

[Hani @Haniscinema]

He was punished for simply making food for the displaced. The hate in my heart I have for them and the Lebanese who support this and politicians is beyond anything I know what to do with

[Hala Jaber @HalaJaber]

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.

[Rodney FWI @RodneyFWI]

Même les nazis n'ont pas bombardé le château de Versailles ou la Tour Eiffel

[Focus @FocusMedia_Fr]

🇮🇱🇱🇧 ALERTE INFO — Tyr, cité millénaire plus vieille que Rome et Carthage, bombardée par Israël. Un joyau de l’UNESCO en ruines.

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

dua should be the queen of england

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

et cassez vous si cest pour qu’israel detruise ca et que vous fermiez votre grosse bouche

[Aseel Swaid @aseelswaid9]

The beauty of the Lebanese architecture

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

allez vous faire bz avec votre aya de merde votre ldc de merde votre harry styles de merde vos événements de merde

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

and u know what im not lebanese anymore wtf is the point of being lebanese if lebanese ppl and the government dont care about your people and your homes and your cities go fuck ys

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

fuck lebanon and all its people for saying nothing and partying and celebrating summer as if entire cities are not getting destroyed

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

the entire completely destroyed whats the point of lebanon now if our cities r destroyed

[sar @hotterthanheII7]

oomfs is anyone from kfar remmen or do u know anyone from there