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To Travel… is to reconnect with nature to dive into the unknown to meet free spirits to create art to inspire to be inspired and to set yourself free…       Advertisements

To all the beautiful women, this one is for you!<3 
The Beach Is Not For Your Weight


The beach is not for a certain weight
It is for you, me and everyone. It is an open gate.
“You need to cover those full parts of yours”, she was told.
She complained to me, I laughed and said “this is getting old!”
A man, young or old, swims in shorts with a big belly covered with hair
Nobody, not men, not even women, would care
While a woman, like you, beautifully curved
From letting the water embrace her body, a gentle breeze caress her softness
And the sun kiss her skin
Is scared!
Don’t get me wrong, a man, as always, should look as he wishes and swims without an ugly stare
But a woman, regardless of her size, color, shape or scars,
Has the right, too, to swim without a care
Let’s not lie,
And the ugly truth we try to beautify
A woman is always judged
And with your cold and shallow eye
Her confidence is drugged!
So get up, pretty woman!
And from your beautifully shaped body don’t be ashamed
For we are meant to be different,
Rounded shapes and squared
We come in a small, medium and a large size
And to each there is still a wide range
This is to create a beautiful portrait for the eyes
And we are not supposed to please the “media-thinking” and change!
So woman up!
Whether your size is infinity-X large or infinity-X Small
In love with “you” you should fall
Don’t let them and their meaningless words or shallow looks
Make you lose it all
As to this nature you belong,
The beach, the mountains, the oceans
And the colorful life this mother earth has to give
So embrace this with your body and soul
No matter how they evolve…
For as long as you live!
‪#‎weight‬ ‪#‎feminism‬ ‪#‎summer‬ ‪#‎empowerment‬ ‪#‎thebiggestloser‬ ‪#‎fitness‬ #‎beautiful‬ ‪#‎women‬  ‪#‎you‬ 

جدتيجدران بيوت "بلادنا" هُدّمتأصبحت مقابر جماعيةلو كانوا يعرفون يا ستي بأنهم يبنون مقابرهملزرعوا في البيت أشجار اللوز والليمونعلّها تُزّهر بالأخضر فيفيح العطر باحتراق عودِهمأو لربّما بنوا بيوتهم من خيامعلّها تكون أرحم على عظامهمعندما تفاجئهم شظايا الحرب وسط مائدة العشاء الأخيرقبل النوم
دعيني أمسح دموعكِ يا جدتيعلى ما شهدته عيناكِ في هذا الزمانوإني أنحني لكِ بخجلوأقدّم اعتذاراتي لعمركعن هذا الشريط الأسود الذي بات يلف إنسانيتناكأفعى لا يوجد للدغتها ترياقشريط أسود يشنق أحلام البقاءلنعلّقه بعدها على الصور المنتظرة دورهافنكمل حياتناونحن نحاولعبثاًتلوينه بألوان قوس قزحلنفشل...كل مرة...
يا جدتيأعترف أمامكبأن الشريط الأسود الذي يعانق صورهمهو لنا وصمة العارالتي تذكّرنا بالبحر الذي تشبّع بأطفالناوبالسماء التي اختلطت زرقتها بألعاب العيد المنسيّةبخيباتناوباغتيلاتنا المتواصلة للإنسانيةوبضعفناوباستسلامناللقدر السياسي الذي يلعب فينا

Bali – The Rebirth
My Solo Adventure #1- Bali: Imagination unlocked, escaping a cage drawn by a relentless life. Soul freed, reaching beyond the hidden dimensions of an uncertain universe. Thirst. Hunger. Rebirth. For forever we are greedy. 
My kind of pictures come differently, I paint with words. Here is my story.
It is 10 pm in Bali and the fears of traveling solo have already vanished. It is real: I am in Bali, a faraway Island. Alone. Excited. Overwhelmed. This is my adventure. A positive force was pulling me in as the time got closer to drinking my morning Bali coffee. Overwhelming energy and excitement shook off the fears away every time they were about to attack me. Panic attacks I used to get whenever fear stroke, but that I managed through this force that I did not understand. As the plane was landing, I watched the dim lights of the awake Kuta. Something took over me, I was so keen to let my sight wander the streets, passing through the markets and the walking people while observing simple-yet-complicated life stories being written in the drunken night. But in the sky still I was, eagerly anticipating.   I arrived. Yes, I arrived! I was looking forward to seeing my name written on a sign held by an absolute stranger, I never had this experience and I loved it because it reminded me that I am here, completely on my own. Signs of random names held by unknown “friendly” faces were all around the airport. Unexpectedly, this crowd of searching eyes started off from the hallway and ended outside at the pick-up/drop-off line!First thing I wanted to do after spotting my name and taking off my eyeglasses - thinking it would make me look better- was screaming. I wanted to scream.Like a 5 year old girl excitingly waiting to unwrap her Christmas gift, my soul was impatiently calling for the day I wake up to Bali. The loving Bali. It was March 29th when my heart started beating to the sunny Bali, a day after I nearly killed this adventure dream, I almost missed my flight! That was my first dose of the adrenaline rush.“You are lucky!” said the security guy after opening the gate and accompanying me to the plane. “Have a safe trip,” he smiled and waved goodbye.I opened the curtains to find the mesmerizing greenery swaying “good morning”. The Sun began to hum, softly… the birds sang along, the trees smiled and their dancing branches spread the beautiful fragrant of a cool-breezed winter. My first morning in Bali, joyful I was. My heart smiled. “This is my adventure, in every small detail. It is an adventure to be lived with all its curves,” A voice in my head repeatedly said to my other scared or disgusted voices, suddenly killing all my obnoxious or nervous emotions. A tricky voice that echoed throughout the entire trip manipulating my fears away. The reason I took my final decision, firmly, to mark Bali as my first solo adventure was the Rice Fields, the breathtaking rice fields. I dived into the beautiful famous rice field terrace – Tegalalang. These fields were thrown in an organized yet random order down the valley and all the way up the mountain, like pieces of clothes sewn together by the narrow muddy paths creating the kind of beauty that tackles the soul. I stood there, out of breath and out of mind, couldn’t believe my eyes, the mountains stood there staring back at me with pride showing off their beautiful clothing gifted by mother Earth.

Shades of blue were the colors of the sea which I was excited to swim in, but in the sand I swam. Literally. Waves were so high, huge and strong that every time I wanted to just feel the water they would scare me away. Like monsters with their scary voices they were after me keeping me offshore, forcing me to run away, quickly. After the so many back-and-forth escaping games, I decided to lie down on the beach and let the sea come to me! People were passing by laughing at what they saw, a woman on the beach swimming carelessly in the “leftover” waves that made their way to her. Pure joy of a game played, foolishly, by the nature and myself. A child I was.As the night started falling, it was time for the awaited journey to the mother of all temples, Pura Besakih. I was lucky to catch a ceremony that happens only every 5 years, and I was loved to be embraced by theFamily of Augus and Widi who took me with their family. Dressed in traditional and ceremonial Balinese outfit yet not looking like one, everyone was smiling at me, in their eyes I could see they were welcoming me among them in the mother of all temples. I would just do whatever they did, not knowing what exactly was going on, and Widi would translate at some point which flower I should be raising for the next prayer, before it landed in my hair at the end of each one.I found the offerings were acts of human’s genuine instincts: generosity, kindness and compassion. To live in a place where they give away food with colorful flowers for the unseen spirits, without asking for anything in return, and if animals ended up eating them they wouldn’t feel bad since they did not go to waste but for a living spirit, I was out of this world. Somewhere far from wars and bloodsheds, the Balinese did not have money, in general, but were compassionate enough to live in peace and happiness, far from materialistic pleasures, for they were rich in humanity. The next day, a new voyage.Unplanned trip with Ujang and his Australian friends, whom I enjoyed knowing, to the Northeast Coast of Bali, a site mostly known for snorkeling and diving. For the first time, I broke my fears of the deep water and went for snorkeling in Tulamben, where the USAT Liberty shipwreck took a refuge, giving birth to a breathtaking colorful marine-life, I was diving into this entirely new wonder of this universe, different kinds of fish, of all shapes and colors, drifting amongst the joyful corals and crossing my path. Glowing blue fish was tackling every bit of my soul, leaving me mindless, problems-free and a pure spirit enjoying the wonders of this miraculous universe. Looking around me, I almost drowned many times as I forgot to hold my breath wanting to breathe in this life. In that particular moment, while I was swimming around the shipwreck, all my problems in the outer world were washed away. This life seemed bigger, much bigger than the life we live. As I drifted between the hot and cold water, between the wreck, the glowing blue fish, the reef and the dark blue mysterious dimension of the water, I realized: Life is composed of natural phenomena, we just have to dare to live, discover and witness beyond what meets the eye. We have to float in this universe as free spirits, creating miracles of our own. A unified peaceful quest, this thought seemed to be.Thirsty for adventure still I was, so I went on for another snorkeling voyage in the second famous site where the Japanese shipwreck rested amongst the beautiful corals. Bali stole my worries and fears away, gave me genuine love and kindness in return, and to the genuine I am forever vulnerable, thus, it took a piece of my heart that I never expected to give, willingly. And like tea dissolving in hot water, the sun dissolved in the sky… creating a velvet horizon, announcing for the stars’ night dance with the moon, the awaited joy for the wounded souls.  And with this scene, this chapter has come to an end. I always wanted to travel alone, and I finally did. This journey has taught me to trust in faith and to trust in paying it forward because I must have done something good in my life to have deserved the genuine love I have found in Bali and among the family of Augus and his wife, Widi. Bali has opened my eyes, freed my soul and rested this tired brain of mine. Traveling solo has unveiled multiple dimensions of how strong I can be, how far I can go, and peeled off layers bringing to life the tough challenger I am. I traveled alone, but not a day was I alone, for there were always free wanderers crossing my path. And as I shared my story with many, I was asked once: “But how do you trust strangers?” I smiled and told her with regained confidence, “You don’t, you just trust yourself.”
The EndAbeer Allan

Bali – The Rebirth
My Solo Adventure #1- Bali: Imagination unlocked, escaping a cage drawn by a relentless life. Soul freed, reaching beyond the hidden dimensions of an uncertain universe. Thirst. Hunger. Rebirth. For forever we are greedy. 
My kind of pictures come differently, I paint with words. Here is my story.
It is 10 pm in Bali and the fears of traveling solo have already vanished. It is real: I am in Bali, a faraway Island. Alone. Excited. Overwhelmed. This is my adventure.A positive force was pulling me in as the time got closer to drinking my morning Bali coffee. Overwhelming energy and excitement shook off the fears away every time they were about to attack me. Panic attacks I used to get whenever fear stroke, but that I managed through this force that I did not understand.As the plane was landing, I watched the dim lights of the awake Kuta. Something took over me, I was so keen to let my sight wander the streets, passing through the markets and the walking people while observing simple-yet-complicated life stories being written in the drunken night. But in the sky still I was, eagerly anticipating.  I arrived. Yes, I arrived! I was looking forward to seeing my name written on a sign held by an absolute stranger, I never had this experience and I loved it because it reminded me that I am here, completely on my own. Signs of random names held by unknown “friendly” faces were all around the airport. Unexpectedly, this crowd of searching eyes started off from the hallway and ended outside at the pick-up/drop-off line!First thing I wanted to do after spotting my name and taking off my eyeglasses - thinking it would make me look better- was screaming. I wanted to scream.Like a 5 year old girl excitingly waiting to unwrap her Christmas gift, my soul was impatiently calling for the day I wake up to Bali. The loving Bali. It was March 29th when my heart started beating to the sunny Bali, a day after I nearly killed this adventure dream, I almost missed my flight! That was my first dose of the adrenaline rush.“You are lucky!” said the security guy after opening the gate and accompanying me to the plane. “Have a safe trip,” he smiled and waved goodbye.I opened the curtains to find the mesmerizing greenery swaying “good morning”. The Sun began to hum, softly… the birds sang along, the trees smiled and their dancing branches spread the beautiful fragrant of a cool-breezed winter.My first morning in Bali, joyful I was. My heart smiled.I went down to the small humble restaurant to have my first breakfast at “Lowcost Bed & Breakfast” hotel, where I stayed.Curious I was about the other travelers that might cross my path, there was the hotel’s owner’s wife standing behind the small breakfast-buffet counter, smiling. Rice mixed with sausage, scrambled eggs, slices of cucumbers and tomatoes, toast, honey and jam were the ingredients of the first breakfast.Little I put from the rice and few slices of cucumbers and tomatoes, “I want to lose weight while being here,” I thought to myself. But myself I was kidding, I was more worried about not liking the food!Widi, the owner’s wife, joined me for “Coffee Bali” as she called it since last night. Last night when I arrived at the hotel, after she picked me up along with her daughter, I put my bag in the room, took a shower then went down for a warm cup of coffee. Widi was there so I asked her for coffee, “try Coffee Bali,” she suggested with a big smile covering half of her beautiful sharp face. We started talking about the famous Balinese coffee, which is made of the toddy cat’s poop, it eats the best kind of coffee beans, and after it “leaves” their bodies, the coffee is processed into a drinkable coffee.“Oh my God! I have to pretend I’m feeling good about this and pretend I am not disgusted,” I thought to myself as I was sipping in the extremely bitter black coffee, unsweetened, telling her “this tastes so good!”“This is my adventure, in every small detail. It is an adventure to be lived with all its curves,” Another voice in my head replied to the disgusted one, suddenly killing all my obnoxious and disgusted emotions, a tricky voice that echoed throughout the entire trip manipulating my fears away.Later in the trip I found out that was the normal local coffee, the Asian palm civet’s, also called toddy cat, coffee was different, which I still tried and liked more than the local coffee to be frank. Not so bitter and is called the “Kopi Luwak”.Her husband, Augus, joined our conversation. White hair covering most of his head added prestige to his age.  I told them how I wished to visit the temples to experience their ceremonies, so they offered to take me along with the family for one of the biggest ceremonies of the year, five years I must say. Excited I was, generous they were. A friendship seed was sowed.The next day, after having the morning Coffee Bali with Widi, Ujang – a friend of theirs who is a freelance driver and tour guide – picked me up for a first journey around the beautiful island of Bali. Ujang had a plan for the trip which I actually changed according to my earlier research for the places I wanted to see and visit. An old guy with wrinkles thrown here and there on his dark skin reflecting the stony paths he took in his life, yet a funny and determined man he was with an interesting motto: “In case you get lost in Bali, don’t call 911, just call me!” Off to Ubud, road surrounded by water from both sides as we cross our way out of Denpasar, the Capital of Bali. Our path was paved with temples in yellow and colorful clothing, statues of different symbols and mythologies, art villages, handmade crafts and paintings, then we passed by the monkey forest – without actually stopping because I heard if I was unfortunate to be bitten by a monkey, it is poisonous – we then went to Ubud market, the place where I learned the bargaining game. I was never a bargainer until Bali happened. “So I will let you on a little secret before buying anything, whatever price they give you, always cut it down to half and start bargaining,” Ujang said to me as I was about to buy my first souvenir, he watched me practice my skills at couple of stores, “I think you are ready now to go on your own,” then he walked away to sit somewhere for a later meeting point.I wandered around the market, and started counting the souvenirs hoping I did not forget anyone. Raindrops started falling, caressing my skin as I walked my way to the Temple, faces reflecting different backgrounds were wandering around, taking pictures while still enjoying the rain.The reason I took my final decision, firmly, to take my first solo travel to Bali was the Rice Fields, the breathtaking rice fields. I dived into the beautiful famous rice field terrace – Tegalalang.The rice fields were thrown in an organized yet random order down the valley and all the way up the mountain, like pieces of clothes sewn together by the narrow muddy paths creating the kind of beauty that tackles the soul. I stood there, out of breath and out of mind, couldn’t believe my eyes, the mountains stood there staring back at me with pride showing off their beautiful clothing gifted by mother Earth.The sun started fading away as we were driving back to the hotel to freshen up and off to discovering the nightlife of Bali. We went to a shisha café at the beach of Sanur, where I enjoyed smoking under the dark sky with a cold breeze missing my hair up and a live local reggae band playing their famous music entertaining the travels who also came leaving their troubles behind.But not for long did I stay for I was exhausted. Shades of blue were the colors of the sea which I was excited to swim in, but in the sand I swam. Literally. Waves were so high, huge and strong that every time I wanted to just feel the water they would scare me away. Like monsters with their scary voices they were after me keeping me offshore, forcing me to run away, quickly. After the so many back-and-forth escaping games, I decided to lie down on the beach and let the sea come to me! People were passing by laughing at what they saw, a woman on the beach swimming carelessly in the “leftover” waves that made their way to her. Pure joy of a game played, foolishly, by the nature and myself.  A child I was.As the night started falling, it was time for the awaited journey to the mother of all temples, Pura Besakih. I was lucky to catch a ceremony that happens only every 5 years, and I was loved to be embraced by the Family of Augus and Widi who took me with their family. Dressed in traditional and ceremonial Balinese outfit yet not looking like one, everyone was smiling at me, in their eyes I could see they were welcoming me among them in the mother of all temples. I would just do whatever they did, not knowing what exactly was going on, and Widi would translate at some point which flower I should be raising for the next prayer, before it landed in my hair at the end of each one. I found the offerings were acts of human’s genuine instincts: generosity, kindness and compassion. To live in a place where they give away food with colorful flowers for the unseen spirits, without asking for anything in return, and if animals ended up eating them they wouldn’t feel bad since they did not go to waste but for a living spirit, I was out of this world. Somewhere far from wars and bloodsheds, the Balinese did not have money, in general, but were compassionate enough to live in peace and happiness, far from materialistic pleasures, for they were rich in humanity.The next day, a new voyage.Unplanned trip with Ujang and his Australian friends, whom I enjoyed knowing, to the Northeast Coast of Bali, a site mostly known for snorkeling and diving. For the first time, and thanks to Mark Geldard (who became my advanced snorkeling teacher in minutes), I broke my fears of the deep water. Mark, his wife Karen, and his mother-in-law, encouraged me to go for the adventure, and again the thought of "this is my adventure" made it all possible. Mark pushed me to believe in myself in the water, well I must say he was still right next to me so I could rest assured I had a back up, and so I went for my snorkeling adventure in Tulamben, where the USAT Liberty shipwreck took a refuge, giving birth to a breathtaking colorful marine-life. I was diving into this entirely new wonder of this universe, different kinds of fish, of all shapes and colors, drifting amongst the joyful corals and crossing my path. Glowing blue fish was tackling every bit of my soul, leaving me mindless, problems-free and a pure spirit enjoying the wonders of this miraculous universe. Looking around me, I almost drowned many times as I forgot to hold my breath wanting to breathe in this life. In that particular moment, while I was swimming around the shipwreck, all my problems in the outer world were washed away. This life seemed bigger, much bigger than the life we live. As I drifted between the hot and cold water, between the wreck, the glowing blue fish, the reef and the dark blue mysterious dimension of the water, I realized: Life is composed of natural phenomena, we just have to dare to live, discover and witness beyond what meets the eye. We have to float in this universe as free spirits, creating miracles of our own. A unified peaceful quest, this thought seemed to be. Thirsty for adventure still I was, so I went on for another snorkeling voyage in the second famous site where the Japanese shipwreck rested amongst the beautiful corals. Bali stole my worries and fears away, gave me genuine love and kindness in return, and to the genuine I am forever vulnerable, thus, it took a piece of my heart that I never expected to give, willingly.And like tea dissolving in hot water, the sun dissolved in the sky… creating a velvet horizon, announcing for the stars’ night dance with the moon, the awaited joy for the wounded souls.  And with this scene, this chapter has come to an end. I always wanted to travel alone, and I finally did. This journey has taught me to trust in faith and to trust in paying it forward because I must have done something good in my life to have deserved the genuine love I have found in Bali and among the family of Augus and his wife, Widi. Bali has opened my eyes, freed my soul and rested this tired brain of mine. Traveling solo has unveiled multiple dimensions of how strong I can be, how far I can go, and peeled off layers bringing to life the tough challenger I am.I traveled alone, but not a day was I alone, for there were always free wanderers crossing my path. And as I shared my story with many, I was asked once: “But how do you trust strangers?” I smiled and told her with regained confidence, “You don’t, you just trust yourself.”







The End
Abeer Allan

بيان موقف للنسويات الفلسطينيات في فلسطين والشتات
نحن الموقعات أدناه، نشيطات نسويات فلسطينيات وممثلات عن منظمات نسوية فلسطينية، نعلن عن دعمنا الكامل وتقديرنا العميق لقرار الجمعية الوطنية لدراسات المرأة (NWSA) في الولايات المتحدة الأمريكية بالوقوف مع حقوق الشعب الفلسطيني الأصلاني في وجه نظام الاحتلال والآبارتهايد الإسرائيلي، كما وندعم كل سبل النضال السلمي من أجل حقوق الإنسان ورفع شأن القانون الدولي.إيمانًا منا بالعلاقة العضوية بين حقوق المرأة وكافة حقوق الإنسان، لا يمكننا الفصل بين النضال الوطني من أجل تقرير المصير والنضال من أجل العدالة الاجتماعية والحريات والكرامة الإنسانية.دورنا كنسويات فلسطينيات يعشن في ظل الاضطهاد الإسرائيلي الاستعماري والعنصري المركّب ضد شعبنا في كل مكان هو الانخراط الفعّال مع نضال شعبنا من أجل الحريّة والعدالة والمساواة، كل في موقعها وحسب ظروفها، وليس الدفاع عن دولة إسرائيل ولا تشكيل تحالفات لمواجهة النقد العالمي لانتهاكات إسرائيل للقانون الدولي.من هنا، نعبر عن تقديرنا لحركات التضامن الدولي مع نضال شعبنا التي تتبنى مقاطعة النظام الإسرائيلي وسحب الاستثمارات منه وفرض العقوبات عليه (BDS)، والذي يقع ضمن حرية التعبير السياسي السلمي، خاصة لإدراكنا مدى تأثير هذا التضامن على قدرتنا كنساء وكناشطات على انتزاع حقوقنا المسلوبة، كما انتزعنها أخواتنا في جنوب أفريقيا من قبلنا.كما نؤكد أن حركات المقاومة الشعبية، ومنها المقاطعة، هي أيضا حركات نصيرة للنسوية، فهذه الحركات تشدد على تقاطع نضالات النسويات الفلسطينيات كنساء مهمشات لا يتمتعن بحقوق متساوية، وكجزء من السكان الأصليين القابعين تحت وطأة نظام فصل عنصري واحتلال.نستهجن النفس الاستعماري المتجسد في طلب بعض النسويات الإسرائيليّات منا التوقيع على بيان لصالح المثل الليبرالية، "الحوار" و"التعايش"، وضد حركات التضامن الفعالة مع نضال شعبنا. تكمن المشكلة هنا في افتراض أن المرأة الفلسطينية والمرأة الإسرائيلية تقفان على قدم المساواة وتستطيعان التعايش في ظل استمرار نظام الاحتلال والاستعمار والأبارتهايد. نحن نؤمن ونرحب بالتحالف المبدئي مع القوى التقدمية اليهودية، ومنها الإسرائيلية، الذي يعترف بحقوق شعبنا بموجب القانون الدولي والذي يؤمن بالنضال المشترك لإنهاء نظام الاضطهاد القائم. ونستثني من هذا التحالف كل المنظمات والحركات الإسرائيلية التطبيعية التي تهدف لتطبيع العلاقات بين الجاني والضحية.
لن نقبل بمقعد الأقلية المطيعة الذي يتعين شغله في المؤتمرات أو البيانات الإسرائيلية. نحن نناضل من أجل حقوقنا، كل حقوقنا، الوطنية والاجتماعية، وضد كل اضطهاد، ولا نقبل بأقل من حريتنا وكرامتنا.الموقعات:1. د. حنان عشراوي- عضو اللجنة التنفيذية لمنظمة التحرير الفلسطينية
2. حنين زعبي - القائمة المشتركة
3. فيرا بابون- رئيسة بلدية بيت لحم
4. د. سحر فهد القواسمي - عضو المجلس التشريعي الفلسطيني
5. سماح سلايمة - مديرة نعم: نساء عربيات في المركز
6. ماجدة المصري – منسقة الحملة النسائية لمقاطعة البضائع الإسرائيلية
7. لمى ابو عودة - أستاذة قانون، جامعة جورجتاون، الولايات المتحدة
8. د. رباب عبد الهادي - محاضرة لدراسات العرق والمقاومة، جامعة ولاية سان فرانسيسكو
9. صفاء طميش - ناشطة
10. غدير الشافعي – ناشطة
11. ندى ايليا - كاتبة وناشطة
12. رفيف زيادة- شاعرة وناشطة
13. رفاه عنبتاوي- ناشطة نسوية
14. سلمى واكيم - محامية وناشطة
15. هبه يزبك- ناشطة نسوية وسياسية
16. فلسطين دويكات - ناشطة
17. عرين هواري - ناشطة
18. همّت زعبي - ناشطة
19. ريموندا منصور - ناشطة
20. ايناس خطيب - ناشطة
21. وداد عسّاف - محامية
22. روضة مرقص- محامية
23. حنان واكيم - ناشطة
24. ريما عبّود - ناشطة
25. أماني ضعيف - ناشطة
26. أمل إقعيق - أستاذة مساعدة زائرة في الدراسات العربية والأدب المقارن, كلية وليامز
27. شذى عامر- ناشطة
28. روزين عودة - ناشطة وصحافية
29. آية زيناتي - ناشطة
30. راغدة زعبي - ناشطة
31. ميساء إرشيد - محامية
32. خلود خميس - أديبة وناشطة نسوية
33. رشا حلوة - كاتبة وصحافية
34. راوية أبو ربيعة - محامية وناشطة
35. علا شتيوي- ناشطة
36. نزار هوّاري- ناشطة
37. ميسان حمدان- ناشطة
38. هديّة كيّوف - ناشطة
39. حلا مرشود - ناشطة
40. وفاء زريق- ناشطة
41. حلا ابراهيم- ناشطة
42. ديمة دراوشة - ناشطة
43. انعام عيساوي- ناشطة نسوية
44. جنان عبده- ناشطة
45. راوية حندقلو- ناشطة
46. فداء شحادة- ناشطة
47. شهد عواودة - محامية وناشطة حقوق إنسان
48. نوال سليمية - ناشطة
49. ياسمين همار- محامية
50. ديانا بُطو- ناشطة
51. لينا بيارات – ناشطة ومهندسة
52. حنين زيدان – ناشطة نسوية
53. هديل الشوامره – صحفية
54. سماح سبعاوي – ناشطة وكاتبة مسرحية
55. ليندا جرايسي – ناشطة نسوية
56. مديحة الأعرج – ناشطة نسوية
57. ندى طوير – ناشطة نسوية
58. ماري نزال بطاينة – محامية وناشطة
59. عبير قبطي – باحثة دكتوراه ومدونة
60. ربى عودة – ناشطة نسوية
61. ختام سعافين – ناشطة نسوية
62. حنان قاعود غنايم – ناشطة نسوية
63. نجوى صندوقة ياغي – ناشطة نسوية
64. آمال صيام – مديرة مركز شؤون المرأة
65. سريدة حسين – المديرة العامة لطاقم شؤون المرأة
66. بسمة الناجي – خبيرة في قضايا النوع الاجتماعي
67. غادة عبد القادر – محاضرة في جامعة بيرزيمت، دائرة اللغة الانجليزية وآدابها
68. مريم زقوت – مديرة جمعية الثقافة والفكر الحر
69. سوسن عليان – ناشطة نسوية
70. فاتن ابو زعرور – محاضرة في جامعة النجاح
71. سما عويضة – المديرة العامة لمركز الدراسات النسوية
72. سمر هواش – ناشطة نسوية وسياسية
73. لميس فراج – منسقة مشروع، مركز بيسان للأبحاث والتنمية
74. لمياء شلالدة - ناشطة نسوية
75. ناديا حبش – ناشطة نسوية
76. سهى نزال – ناشطة نسوية
77. عبيرعيسى زكارنة – رئيسة اتحاد لجان المرأة الفلسطينية
78. فاطمة دعنا – ناشطة نسوية
79. شادن سليم – فنانة
80. هويدا عراف – محامية وناشطة حقوق انسان
81. لينا فطوم – محامية وناشطة حقوق انسان
82. رهام برغوثي – ناشطة ومعلمة
83. جينفر عطاالله – سيدة اعمال
84. سوسن ابو الهوا – روائية
85. ريم تلحمي – فنانة
86. أريج غنام – ناشطة
87. آمال خريشة – ناشطة نسوية وسياسية ومديرة جمعية المرأة العاملة الفلسطينية للتنمية
88. د. رهام هلسة – ناشطة ومدونة
89. ميسون القواسمي – ناشطة نسوية واعلامية
90. حنان صيام – ناشطة نسوية
91. نائلة عايش – ناشطة
92. روان زغاري - ممثلة شؤون المرأة
93. د. سميرة البرغوثي- عالمة وناشطة
94. ميساء حجاج- باحثة دكتوراه في جامعة كومبلوتنسي مدريد/ الدراسات النسوية والجندرية
95. لوسي ثلجية- ناشطة نسوية
96. دانا عمرو- محامية
97. اريج الخليلي - ناشطة نسوية
98. سمية الصفدي - ناشطة نسوية
99. ساره الكيلاني- محامية
100. رائدة محمود عبد ربه صوالحة - عضو مجلس اداري في الاتحاد العام واتحاد لجان العمل النسائي وناشطة نسوية
100. سلوى بنورة - محامية وناشطة
101. عهود يعيش قناديلو- رئيسة جمعية الاتحاد النسائي العربي في نابلس
102. سمر وليد طه اغبر- ناشطه نسوية
103. عبير علان- كاتبة وناشطة
104. مريم اسماعيل علي موسى- ناشطة
105. ديانا الزير- صحفية وناشطة حقوق الانسان
106. سوزان أبو الهوى- روائية

Support Statement of Palestinian Feminists in Palestine and DiasporaWe, the undersigned, Palestinian feminists, human rights activists and representatives of women organizations, hereby declare our full support and deep appreciation for the decision taken by the National Women's Studies Association (NWSA) to stand with the struggle of the indigenous/native Palestinians against the colonial apparatuses used by the Israeli occupation regime. We declare our support for all nonviolent forms of struggle for achieving human rights and for upholding international law and basic human rights.We are fully aware of the organic relationship between women’s rights and the full set of human rights, and therefore we see the intersection of the national struggle for self-determination with the struggle for social justice, freedom and human dignity.As Palestinian feminists living under Israel’s system of colonial and racist oppression against our people everywhere, we certainly do not subscribe to the idea of forming alliances "to defend the state of Israel," as some Israeli feminists have asked us, against international criticism of its violations of international law. Nor is it our duty, clearly, to contribute in any form to undermining effective global solidarity with the struggle of our people for freedom, justice and equality. On the contrary, our duty is to engage in this struggle, in accordance with our respective circumstances, and to encourage international solidarity movements, the most effective of which is the Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS) movement.We are fully aware of the empowering and inspiring role that international solidarity can play in supporting our struggle for our rights, as it did in the struggle of our South African sisters for their rights.We deplore the colonial attitude inherent in some Israeli feminists’ request of us to sign a statement in favor of liberal ideals, "dialogue" and "co-existence," and against the effective solidarity with the struggle for rights. The main problem here lies in the assumption that Palestinian and Israeli women stand on an equal footing and can coexist despite the ongoing regime of occupation, colonization and apartheid.We wholeheartedly believe in and welcome principled alliances with progressive Jewish forces -- including Jewish-Israeli groups -- that are based on the recognition of the rights of our people under international law and on the common struggle to end the system of oppression, excluded from this alliance all the Israeli normalization organizations and movements which aim to normalize the relations between the perpetrator and the victim.We emphasize that popular resistance movements, including the boycott movement, are feminist issues as well. These movements emphasize the intersectionality of the struggle of Palestinian feminists as marginalized women who are deprived of equal rights and as part of an indigenous people suffering under a regime of occupation and apartheid.We cannot accept the backseat reserved for an obedient minority that must be filled in conferences or statements issued by Israeli groups. We are struggling for our rights, all of our rights, national, social and otherwise, and against all oppression. We shall not accept anything less than our freedom and our dignity.
Signatories1. Dr. Hanan Ashrawi- Member of the Executive committee of the PLO
2. Haneen Zoabi - MK: The Joint List
3. Dr.Sahar .F. Qawasmi - Member of The Palestinian Legislative Council
4. Vira Baboun- Mayer of Bethlehem
5. Samah Salaimi - Director of Naám: Arab Women in the Center
6. Majida Al Masri - Coordinator of the Israeli products boycotting women campaign
7. Dr. Lama Abu Odeh- Law Professor- Georgetown University Law Centre
8. Dr.Rabab Abdulhadi- Associate Professor of Race and Resistance Studies, San Francisco State University
9. Safa Tamish - Activist
10. Ghadir Shafie – Activist
11. Nada Elia, writer, activist
12. Rafeef Ziadah- activist, poet
13. Rafah Inabtawi- Feminist Activist
14. Salma Wakeem - Lawyer and Activist
15. Heba Yazbak- Feminist and Political Activist
16. Falasteen Diweekat - Activist
17. Areen Hawari - Activist
18. Himmat Zoabi- Activist
19. Rimonda Mansour - Activist
20. Enas Khatib- Activist
21. Widad Assaf- Attorney and Activist
22. Rauda Morcus- Lawyer
23. Hanan Wakeem- Activist
24. Rima Abboud- Activist
25. Amani Dayef- Activist
26. Amal Eqeiq – Visiting Assistant Professor of Arabic and Comparative Literature , Williams College
27. Shada Aamer- Activist
28. Ruzeen Odeh- Activist and journalist
29. Ayah Zinati- Activist
30. Raghida Zoabi- Activist
31. Maisaá Irshid- Lawyer
32. Khouloud Khamis- Activist and novelist
33. Rasha Hilwi- Writer and journalist
34. Rawya Abu Rabea- Lawyer and activist
35. Ola Shtiwi- Activist
36. Nizar Hawwari- Activist
37. Maisan Hamdan- Acivist
38. Hadiya Kayuof- Activist
39. Hala Marshoud- Activist
40. Wafaa Zriq- Activist
41. Hala Ibraheem- Activist
42. Deema Darawshy- Activist
43. Inaam Issawi- Feminist actvists
44. Janan Abdu- Activist
45. Rawya Hondouklou- Activist
46. Fidaá Shehadeh - Activist
47. Shahd Awawda - Attorney -Human rights activist
48. Nawal Slimieh- Activist
49. Yasmeen Hammar- Attorney
50. Diana Buttu- Lawyer
51. Lina Bearat- Activist and Engineer
52. Haneen Zaidan- Feminist Activist
53. Hadeel Shawamreh- Journalist
54. Samah Sabawi- Activist and playwright
55. Linda Jarayseh- Feminist Activist
56. Madeeha Araj- Feminist Activist
57. Nada Tweer- Feminist Activist
58. Mary Nazzal Batayneh- Barrister and Activist
59. Abir Kopty- Phd researcher and Blogger
60. Ruba Odeh- Feminist Activist
61. Khitam Saafen- Feminist Activist
62. Hanan Kaoud Ghnayem- Feminist Activist
63. Najwa Sandouka Yagi- Feminist Activist
64. Amal Syam- Director of Women’s Affair Center
65. Sorida A Hussien- General Director of Women’s Affair Technical Committee
66. Basma Naji- Gender Expert
67. Ghada AbdelQader- Instructor at Birzeit University, English literature Department
68. Mariam Zakoot- General Director of the Culture & Free Thoughts Association
69. Sawsan Elian- Feminist Activist
70. Dr.Faten Abu Zarrour- Instructor at Al Najah University
71. Sama Awiedah- General Director of The Women Studies Center
72. Samar Hawash- Feminist Activist
73. Lamees Farraj- Project Coordinator, Bisan Center for Research & Development
74. Lamya Shalaldih- Feminist Activist
75. Nadia Habash- Feminist Activist
76. Suha Nazzal- Feminist Activist
77. Abeer Issa Zakarneh- President of Union of Palestinian Women’s Committees
78. Fatima Da'na - Feminist Activist
79. Shaden Saleem- Artist
80. Huwaida Arraf- Attorney and Human Rights Activist
81. Lina Fattom- Lawyer and Human Rights Activist
82. Riham Barghouti- Activist and Teacher
83. Jennifer Atala- Businesswoman
84. Sawsan Abulhawa- Novelist
85. Reem Talhami- Artist
86. Areej Ghannam- Activist
87. Amal Krieshah- General Director of the Palestinian Working Women Society for Development
88. Dr.Riham Alhelsi- Activist and Blogger
89. Maysoun Qawasmi- Feminist Activist and Journalist
90. Hanan Syam- Feminist Activist
91. Naila Ayesh- Activist
92. Rawan Zghari- Women Affairs Representative
93. Dr.Samira Barghouthi- Scientist and Activist
94. Maysa Hajjaj- PhD researcher at Complutense University of Madrid Lucy Talgieh- Women Coordinator at Wi'am Center
95. Lucy Talgieh- Feminist Activist
96. Dana Amr- Lawyer
97. Rafeef Ziadah- activist, poet
98. Areej Khalili- Feminist activist
99. Sumayah Safadi- Feminist activist
100. Sarah Alkilani- Lawyer
101. Raeda mahmood sawalha- Activist and member in Women Union
102. Salwa Bannorah- Lawyer and Activist
103. Ohoud Yaish Qanadilo- Director of Arab Woman Union Society in Nablus
104. Samar Walid Taha Aghbar- Activist
105. Abeer Allan- Writer and Activist
106. Maria Ismael- Activist
107. Diana Alzeer- Journalist and Human Rights Advocate
108. Susan Abulhawa- Novelist
بيان موقف للنسويات الفلسطينيات في فلسطين والشتات- تلفزيون الشراع
مدوّنة عبير قبطي-بيان موقف للنسويات الفلسطينيات في فلسطين والشتات
بيان موقف للنسويات الفلسطينيات في فلسطين والشتات -موقع بانيت وصحيفة بانوراما
BoycottIsrael-الحملة النسائية لمقاطعة البضائع الاسرائيلية-بيان موقف للنسويات الفلسطينيات في فلسطين والشتات

بين الوعي واللاوعي... أحمد مناصرة يجسّد روح الحرية
رحلة جسدثلاثة عشر صيفاً مرّواوأنتَ عصفور يرتفع ويحلّق بين وديان وجبال فلسطينلم يقوَ عظمك بعدأرهبْتهم بجناحيكفكسّروا عظامكأطاحوا بك ضرباًحتى فاحت رائحة عطر دمكفزدتْهم قهراًلم يستطيعوا قصّ جناحيكفقيّدوا طفولتكوكبرت بطلاً

رحلة ذاكرةخلف القضباناغتالوا ذاكرتكنهشوا ما فيها من براءةنبّشوا بين جدرانهاوعبثوا بقصصك البطوليةأرادوا أن يذلوك... "فشروا"بعثروا صورهم وقصصهم الإجرامية أمام عينيك المرهقتينفصرختَ بصوتك البائس"مش متزكر""مش متزكر... زي ما بدكو... مش متزكر"أثقلت ذاكرتك اتهاماتهم القذرةآآآآآآخولا إحنا متزكرينما ضلش في إنسانيةبس بهمش يا أحمدبهمشإحنا زوار زمن اللاإنسانيةزمن الجُبن

رحلة روحأن يذيقونا مرارة التحقيق معكظناً منهم بأن يرعبون الوطنية فينا"فشروا"يريدون إرهاب أطفالنا"فشروا"سياستهم أن يعدموا بطولة الطفولة فينا"فشروا"زادوا من حزننا ... نعمزادوا من قهرنا... نعمولكننا ازددنا صرامةوعناداً ... وتحدٍ
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بقلم: عبير علان


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    جواز سفر     أحياناً نحتاج لشيء يحرّك إنسانيتنا غير الأخبار والصحف المثقّلة بصور الدماء النازفة وقصص نزوح وهروب اللاجئين “الروتينية”، نحتاج لشيء أقرب للواقع بعيداً عن كلام الجرائد والرقابة. فيلم “أنا مع العروسة” الذي تمّ عرضه في السركال أفينيو – دبي ضمن أسبوع الأفلام الفلسطينية البديلة، قدّم لي جرعة مما أحتاج لأدرك … Continue reading Passport – جواز سفر →

جواز سفر

أحياناً نحتاج لشيء يحرّك إنسانيتنا غير الأخبار والصحف المثقّلة بصور الدماء النازفة وقصص نزوح وهروب اللاجئين "الروتينية"، نحتاج لشيء أقرب للواقع بعيداً عن كلام الجرائد والرقابة. فيلم "أنا مع العروسة" الذي تمّ عرضه في السركال أفينيو – دبي ضمن أسبوع الأفلام الفلسطينية البديلة، قدّم لي جرعة مما أحتاج لأدرك القليل ... القليل... من قصص اللاجئين. الفيلم يحكي قصة عرس وهمي تم تمثيله لتهريب خمسة لاجئين سوريين وفلسطينيين من إيطاليا إلى السويد، هذا الفيلم يقدّم عيّنة من الواقع المرير الذي يعايشه أصحاب جواز سفر لا يمنحهم الحياة، الفيلم يستحق المشاهدة علّنا نشعر قليلاً بمعاناة اللاجئين.فمنذ الدقيقة الأولى من الفيلم، وفور ظهور المشهد الذي تتخاطب فيه عيونهم معنا، وأنا لم أكف عن التفكير ولم يتوقف حزني على أرواحنا المنكسرة، وللأسف كلّ ما كان باستطاعتي أن أفعله هو كتابة هذه الكلمات. أرى الأمل في عيونهم الهاربة متشبثاً بحبل ليتسلق خارجاً من بئر همومهم المختنقة بين جدران صدورهم المعبّقة بدخان النيران والطلقات الرصاصية، ليصطدم بالأمواج المنكسرة ما بين عيونهم والحياة...يبحثون عن جواز سفر...اسمه جواز سفر... ولسخرية القدر وتناقض المسميّات فهو وثيقة "قد" تسمح بكل شيء إلا السفر، ربّما أخطأوا في هذه التسمية، كان من الأجدر تسميته "جواز حياة"، لأن من قرر تقسيم هذه الأرض إلى حدود ... قرر معها تقسيم حق الإنسان في الحياة.أيُعقل أن يهرب الأطفال والرجال والنساء من موطنهم إلى بلاد أخرى تفصلها حدود يحرسها من حالفهم الحظ وحصلوا على "جواز سفر" ذات "قيمة حياتية" أعلى؟أيُعقل أن يحاول اجتياز البحار مئات الأبرياء... ويدفعوا آلاف الدولارات ليصادقوا المهرّبين آملين بأن تُفتح نافذة جديدة لهم على الحياة... ومع هذا ورغم القوارب الخائبة... يصل منهم حيّا بضعة عشرات والباقي أضحى مفقوداً أو جثثاً لا قيمة لها في الحياة... وكأنهم أرواحاً غلفتها أجسادٌ مكروهة ومنبوذة في كل بقاع الأرض الموحشة.أحياتهم ليست جديرة وذات أهمية كبيرة بما يكفي بأن نشاركهم الحياة؟ بأصواتهم المبحوحة... غنّوا للحياة والحرية وبقلوبهم الموجوعة أحبّوا الحياة ولسوء حظهم جواز سفرهم قتلهم...يااااه... جواز سفر ما هو إلا سلاحاً متّخفياً.قد يكون معك.قد يكون ضدك.كلّه يعتمد على حظك وحظ تلك التي أنجبتك.والشكر لحظي... فقد أنجبتني أم فلسطينية وحصّتي من الأرض كانت بُقعة من رام الله ولكننا كبرنا ومفهموم الهوية تشتّتْ ومعه الوطن مفهومه صار أكبر، صار أرضاً وبيتاً وأشجاراً وحقلاً يفيح برائحة البرتقال. الوطن لا هو بندقية ولا هو حدود... الوطن حب وسماء ونجوم وشمس وقمر وأرض بلا حدود.الوطن هو الإنسان بكامل حقه في الحياة.
بقلم: عبير علان


مقالة "جواز سفر" نُشرت في "دنيا الوطن" الفلسطينية - قسم دنيا الرأي