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Saturday, 3 December 2016

Wislawa Szymborska: Our war loot was information about the world / Ahmad Alkhatib: The beauty Sky of Aleppo

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Aleppo this morning Aleppo beauty even it's 70% Destroyed: tweet via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 3 December 2016   



 Good morning Displacement is continue, Aleppo still under siege #Aleppo #standwithAleppo: image via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 1 December 2016


 Good morning Displacement is continue, Aleppo still under siege #Aleppo #standwithAleppo: image via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 1 December 2016

Air raid by government forces on the city of Aleppo: image via baraa al halabi @baraaalhalabi, 20 September 2015

death path [Aleppo]: image by baraa al-halabi, 20 September 2015

Wislawa Szymborska: "We used to know the world inside out"

We used to know the world inside out:
It was so small that it fit into two clenched fists,
So easy, that it could be described with a smile,
As ordinary as the echo of old truths in a prayer.

History did not greet us with a victorious fanfare:
It poured dirty sand into our eyes.
Before us there were roads, distant and blind,
Poisoned wells, bitter bread.

Our war loot was information about the world:
It is so big that it fits into two clenched fists,
So difficult that it can be described with a smile,
As strange as the echo of old truths in a prayer.

Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012): "We used to know the world inside out", uncollected poem from Walka / Battle (no. 8), 1945, as cited in Wislawa Szymborska - The Poetry of Existence: Krystyna Dąbrowska, Culture.Pl, December 2007, translated from the Polish by Tadeusz Z. Wolański

Boznanska, Olga (1865-1945) - 1906 Interior of the Artist's Studio in Krakow (National Museum, Krakow, Poland) | by RasMarley

Interior of artist's studio in Krakow: Olga Boznanska (1865-1945) (National Museum, Krakow, Poland): image via Ras Marley, 20 October 2011

ALEPPO: Osama, a fourteen-year-old boy who lost his foot in an air strike led by Syrian government forces: image via baraa al halabi @baraaalhalabi, 19 September 2015

Life on the rubble Aleppo
: image via baraa al halabi @baraaalhalabi, 11 October 2015


 #Assad forces killed 9 relatives and 26 Friend, Arrest 20 #ISIL killed 13 Friend #YPG killed 4 Uncle sons ISIL + YPG =Assad: tweet via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 3 December 2016

It's not normal Day, We wake up since 5 days on the sound of bombs, we don't listen to #Fayroz or even drink our coffee #Aleppo: image via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 3 December 2016

6 civilians killed 12 injured in #Alshaar Several air strikes on #Alsukari neighborhood  #standwithAleppo: tweet via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 3 December 2016 

The shillings come back to east Aleppo after two cloudy days make No Fly Zone, Dear world you'll see Bodies pictures Soon: tweet via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 3 December 2016 

6 Civilians killed in #Alshaar neighborhood by Regime forces shillings targeted a gathering for who fled east part of Besieged #Aleppo: tweet via IRT @InsRepTeam, 3 December 2016
  

1 hour ago, The beauty Sky of #Aleppo 21 mins, The clear beautiful sky of #Aleppo has 4 helicopters and 2 Jets and heavy shillings now @MahmoudRslan: image via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 3 December 2016 
 


Message From East #Aleppo #standwithAleppo: image via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 2 December 2016 



Message From East #Aleppo #standwithAleppo: image via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 2 December 2016



Message From East #Aleppo #standwithAleppo: image via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 2 December 2016

Message From East #Aleppo #standwithAleppo: image via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 2 December 2016


100 Day of siege, We're still alive in #Aleppo, save the people #standwithAleppo @MontherEtaky: image via Ahmad Alkhatib @AhmadAlkhtiib, 2 December 2016

1 comment:

Sandra said...


I tried this...so beautiful!

Conocíamos el mundo al revés:
Era tan pequeño que calzaba en dos puños cerrados
Tan fácil, que podía ser descrito con una sonrisa
Tan normal como el eco de las antiguas verdades en una plegaria.

La Historia no nos saludó con una victoriosa algarabía:
Vertió arena sucia en nuestros ojos.
Delante de nosotros había caminos, lejanos y ciegos,
Pozos envenenados, pan amargo.

El botín de nuestra guerra fue información acerca del mundo:
Es tan grande que calza en dos puños cerrados,
Tan difícil que puede ser descrito con una sonrisa,
Tan extraño como el eco de las antiguas verdades en una plegaria.