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Aren’t we alone?

Yoru

Aren’t we alone?

Aren’t we alone when we run behind the doors, catching breaths we couldn’t take a minute before? When we come back from a meeting where everyone thought things were alright and yet we still had that suffocating pain in our throats because we felt like crying but couldn’t? Can we be safe to feel whatever we might feel? Would it stand in the way of our collective objectives and deadlines? Aren’t we alone when we can’t allow ourselves the time to shake off our personal burdens because bigger issues have to be prioritized?

Transformations: Snapshots from a Modern Myth

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I come from the side of the land, from semi-dry soil and rocks, from oak and pine trees, she tells herself. The rain nourishes me. There is a stream flowing through me, a familiar part of the landscape that I do not even notice on most days.

But she was always afraid of the sea and its depth.

Shadow Feminism in Lebanon, Part Two

deema kaedbey

Politics of Closeness and Alienation

To Audre and Adrienne,

 Prologue

Because a true vision holds much power, if it is not killed into this reality, it will have no place to go, and all its power will destroy the one who received it.  A vision is a responsibility, and to kill the vision into reality is a complete act of power.

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