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reality. 😔
Mortuary ..
A letter from a bride who lives in a quarter of a tent
I know that I do not have the same right as you have the right to be loved, engaged, or married.
It was a funny situation when my father said to my bridegroom, why delay.. I want to check on my daughter before I die..
Each of us was thinking about himself.. I wonder who will be deposited first..
Here, the usual laws of life differ.
Here we do not live as you do - if it is correct to say that he lived -
Living, which means bread, may not be available.
Bread is in a house.. and here there is no house, no oven, and no wall for the wailing..
I remembered my father’s words, “I want to check on her,” as I heard the women’s mutterings from behind the tent canvas, “Poor, she has become a widow.”
-I looked at my colored clothes..Is this coat suitable for mourning my husband and for the waiting period..red, green and purple with pink..but this is what came to me from the help and I have no other..
Shall I take it off and put on my black summer abaya..and freeze from the cold me too..
I tried to put the abaya over it.. but I couldn't because it was too big for me..
I seem to have lost a lot of weight after the death of my husband and son.
Alhamdulillah I am no longer as hungry as before..I no longer dream of a plate of grape leaves..I will not feel guilty again as I used to when my father influences me with his food while I am pregnant.
It is enough for me now to look at my father and his sadness and tears.. to lose my appetite for food..
To look at that fireplace that we rejoiced in.. It was the cause of my husband's death..
He used to tell me: I am a young man who can stand the smell, and he puts nylon, plastic and garbage bags to set the fire.
I remember how he used to keep my father away.. and fear for him.. and keep me away during my last months.. so that we do not inhale those harmful odors..
I hate this heater that has become cold..All day long I look away from it..But at night it sees me as a ghost..It wants to pounce on my neck laughing with joy..Yes, the sound of the wind is coming out of those rusty chimneys snarling like the sounds of jinn at a party..
_I don't know who will read this message of mine..but I wish him to tell everyone that they are right..I shouldn't have lived as the rest of creation lives..
Even when they brought me a smart phone.. and electricity by solar energy.. I opened the means of communication with hope.. who feels us.. I found everyone writing..
Why are these guys getting married?!
Why do they have children?! They are in tents!!
They are forbidden.
Many of them suggest that they donate "contraceptive drugs" to us.
Actually.. you are right..
You know.. laugh a little.. but laugh a lot..
When I got engaged..and my father asked him when the wedding..he said maybe after two years to be myself and prepare the house and buy furniture..
We laughed a lot that day..we joked about the value of the dowry..and the wedding feast..
_ And so in pregnancy - we live simply - and we turn it into humor..
We say we wish we knew whether he was a boy or a girl.. so that we could buy clothes on a clear basis and choose the color!!
_ Laugh.
I was naive.. when I and my father thought that we have the right to live like you.. and have children!!
Yes.. It was an extremely painful moment.. To a point that I can't describe.. When I woke up to find my son, whom I held on my chest while I was sleeping.. I put him next to my heart to be warmed by my blood.. He became blue in color, cold and silent.. I don't know. Was my blood cold and did not protect him..or did he choose to follow his father..
What words would describe my condition as they took my baby from my hand to put it in a carton and then stacked the rest of the babies next to it.. as if they were merchandise with no lives to be lost..
To become the corner of the camp.. a refrigerator for the dead.. everyone lies there.. waiting silently for the storm to subside.. so that they may burial in their graves and rest from this mortal world.
Mortuary ..
A letter from a bride who lives in a quarter of a tent
I know that I do not have the same right as you have the right to be loved, engaged, or married.
It was a funny situation when my father said to my bridegroom, why delay.. I want to check on my daughter before I die..
Each of us was thinking about himself.. I wonder who will be deposited first..
Here, the usual laws of life differ.
Here we do not live as you do - if it is correct to say that he lived -
Living, which means bread, may not be available.
Bread is in a house.. and here there is no house, no oven, and no wall for the wailing..
I remembered my father’s words, “I want to check on her,” as I heard the women’s mutterings from behind the tent canvas, “Poor, she has become a widow.”
-I looked at my colored clothes..Is this coat suitable for mourning my husband and for the waiting period..red, green and purple with pink..but this is what came to me from the help and I have no other..
Shall I take it off and put on my black summer abaya..and freeze from the cold me too..
I tried to put the abaya over it.. but I couldn't because it was too big for me..
I seem to have lost a lot of weight after the death of my husband and son.
Alhamdulillah I am no longer as hungry as before..I no longer dream of a plate of grape leaves..I will not feel guilty again as I used to when my father influences me with his food while I am pregnant.
It is enough for me now to look at my father and his sadness and tears.. to lose my appetite for food..
To look at that fireplace that we rejoiced in.. It was the cause of my husband's death..
He used to tell me: I am a young man who can stand the smell, and he puts nylon, plastic and garbage bags to set the fire.
I remember how he used to keep my father away.. and fear for him.. and keep me away during my last months.. so that we do not inhale those harmful odors..
I hate this heater that has become cold..All day long I look away from it..But at night it sees me as a ghost..It wants to pounce on my neck laughing with joy..Yes, the sound of the wind is coming out of those rusty chimneys snarling like the sounds of jinn at a party..
_I don't know who will read this message of mine..but I wish him to tell everyone that they are right..I shouldn't have lived as the rest of creation lives..
Even when they brought me a smart phone.. and electricity by solar energy.. I opened the means of communication with hope.. who feels us.. I found everyone writing..
Why are these guys getting married?!
Why do they have children?! They are in tents!!
They are forbidden.
Many of them suggest that they donate "contraceptive drugs" to us.
Actually.. you are right..
You know.. laugh a little.. but laugh a lot..
When I got engaged..and my father asked him when the wedding..he said maybe after two years to be myself and prepare the house and buy furniture..
We laughed a lot that day..we joked about the value of the dowry..and the wedding feast..
_ And so in pregnancy - we live simply - and we turn it into humor..
We say we wish we knew whether he was a boy or a girl.. so that we could buy clothes on a clear basis and choose the color!!
_ Laugh.
I was naive.. when I and my father thought that we have the right to live like you.. and have children!!
Yes.. It was an extremely painful moment.. To a point that I can't describe.. When I woke up to find my son, whom I held on my chest while I was sleeping.. I put him next to my heart to be warmed by my blood.. He became blue in color, cold and silent.. I don't know. Was my blood cold and did not protect him..or did he choose to follow his father..
What words would describe my condition as they took my baby from my hand to put it in a carton and then stacked the rest of the babies next to it.. as if they were merchandise with no lives to be lost..
To become the corner of the camp.. a refrigerator for the dead.. everyone lies there.. waiting silently for the storm to subside.. so that they may burial in their graves and rest from this mortal world.
..
after two days ...
When the storm subsides and it's time to bury
I went out touching my child.. I hugged him and smelled him even though he was frozen.. I shed hot tears over him, hoping to warm this body..
And with me are young women who are groping their livers like me.. in a last farewell..
And men are close to us.. they remove piles of ice before they reach the underground..
In this solemn situation, I heard one of them plead for his brother in his ear.
(Aren't people saying, “The living is better than the dead,” so perhaps you would give me Ahmed’s coat instead of using it as a shroud and burying him with it, because my children shiver from the cold at night)
_To whom does my message reach?
I promise I will not marry again.. and I will not have children.. but I hope not to be buried with my coat.. so please send us shovels to dig and shrouds
A letter from a refugee bride living in a tent
after two days ...
When the storm subsides and it's time to bury
I went out touching my child.. I hugged him and smelled him even though he was frozen.. I shed hot tears over him, hoping to warm this body..
And with me are young women who are groping their livers like me.. in a last farewell..
And men are close to us.. they remove piles of ice before they reach the underground..
In this solemn situation, I heard one of them plead for his brother in his ear.
(Aren't people saying, “The living is better than the dead,” so perhaps you would give me Ahmed’s coat instead of using it as a shroud and burying him with it, because my children shiver from the cold at night)
_To whom does my message reach?
I promise I will not marry again.. and I will not have children.. but I hope not to be buried with my coat.. so please send us shovels to dig and shrouds
A letter from a refugee bride living in a tent
Suppressed Histories Archives
Seven Sisters Story, painted by Nyunmiti Burton. See comments for an incredible video: Kungkarangkalpa: Seven Sisters Songline, an ancient Western Desert epic song saga of the Seven Sisters presented by AṈANGU Dancers from the APY Lands (short for Anangu Pitjantjatjara Yankunytjatjara, a group peoples in northwestern South Australia). Also, another video showing the Seven Sisters story among the Martu in the northwest of the continent, and other places. It's about the constellation Europeans call the Pleiades, Japanese the Subaru, the Seven Star Girls of the Kiowa, many more names and stories.
https://www.facebook.com/APYCENTREHUB/photos/a.1479766695412377/5137748822947461/
Seven Sisters Story, painted by Nyunmiti Burton. See comments for an incredible video: Kungkarangkalpa: Seven Sisters Songline, an ancient Western Desert epic song saga of the Seven Sisters presented by AṈANGU Dancers from the APY Lands (short for Anangu Pitjantjatjara Yankunytjatjara, a group peoples in northwestern South Australia). Also, another video showing the Seven Sisters story among the Martu in the northwest of the continent, and other places. It's about the constellation Europeans call the Pleiades, Japanese the Subaru, the Seven Star Girls of the Kiowa, many more names and stories.
https://www.facebook.com/APYCENTREHUB/photos/a.1479766695412377/5137748822947461/
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"....We often regard the invention of astronomy from a Greek perspective — after all, most of the official constellations and planets are named after Greek mythology. The names are connected to epic stories that permeated ancient people’s imagination, making it easier to pass the information to a younger generation. However, astronomy was not exclusive to western philosophy– other people used astronomy in their lives as well, and they had their own, different systems.
Archeoastronomy focuses on the way ancient civilizations used astronomy, either for religious purposes or scientific observations.
We know a few examples of different astronomical classifications. The Aboriginal culture has a constellation called Emu, the Australian ostrich, between the Southern Cross and Scorpius. Similarly, in African Tswana and Venda traditions, the Southern Cross is a group of giraffes.
Brazilian indigenous groups also have their own astronomical system....
However, although Europeans tried to discard indigenous knowledge, an important part of it survives to this day.
Tupi is the term used to describe the people and the family of languages that includes 41 native languages spoken between Brazil, Argentina, Peru, Bolivia, Paraguay, and Uruguay. The Tupinambá people, one of the Tupi ethnic groups that lived in the Atlantic Forest in Brazil, speak a Tupi language, so researchers chose to name the people Tupinambá, and Tupi their language.
... Brazil alone, there are known 220 indigenous ethnicities. The most populous group is the Guarani, approximately 46,000 people. Anthropologists estimate that there are at least 185 isolated groups between Venezuela, Brazil, Peru, Bolívia, and Ecuador. Of these, many have their own way of looking at constellations.
Despite the many disturbing events that took place when Europeans started colonizing Brazil, records of local astronomy still exist, and they’re a good source of information for researchers. These written records provide the ‘Rosetta stone’’ that enables astronomers to translate the constellations named by the natives to the stars as we know them today... https://www.zmescience.com/.../ethnoastronomy-brazilian.../
"....We often regard the invention of astronomy from a Greek perspective — after all, most of the official constellations and planets are named after Greek mythology. The names are connected to epic stories that permeated ancient people’s imagination, making it easier to pass the information to a younger generation. However, astronomy was not exclusive to western philosophy– other people used astronomy in their lives as well, and they had their own, different systems.
Archeoastronomy focuses on the way ancient civilizations used astronomy, either for religious purposes or scientific observations.
We know a few examples of different astronomical classifications. The Aboriginal culture has a constellation called Emu, the Australian ostrich, between the Southern Cross and Scorpius. Similarly, in African Tswana and Venda traditions, the Southern Cross is a group of giraffes.
Brazilian indigenous groups also have their own astronomical system....
However, although Europeans tried to discard indigenous knowledge, an important part of it survives to this day.
Tupi is the term used to describe the people and the family of languages that includes 41 native languages spoken between Brazil, Argentina, Peru, Bolivia, Paraguay, and Uruguay. The Tupinambá people, one of the Tupi ethnic groups that lived in the Atlantic Forest in Brazil, speak a Tupi language, so researchers chose to name the people Tupinambá, and Tupi their language.
... Brazil alone, there are known 220 indigenous ethnicities. The most populous group is the Guarani, approximately 46,000 people. Anthropologists estimate that there are at least 185 isolated groups between Venezuela, Brazil, Peru, Bolívia, and Ecuador. Of these, many have their own way of looking at constellations.
Despite the many disturbing events that took place when Europeans started colonizing Brazil, records of local astronomy still exist, and they’re a good source of information for researchers. These written records provide the ‘Rosetta stone’’ that enables astronomers to translate the constellations named by the natives to the stars as we know them today... https://www.zmescience.com/.../ethnoastronomy-brazilian.../
ZME Science
A different way of looking at the sky — Brazilian ethnoastronomy and its unique constellations
We know constellations from Greek mythology, but other cultures had their own with their own myths.
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"The sand in Okinawa, Japan contains thousands of tiny "stars". These "grains of sand" are actually exoskeletons of marine protozoa, which lived on the ocean floor 550 million years ago.
A 1mm star!
On the beaches of Okinawa in Japan, the sand is mostly made up of foraminifera, a one-celled organism that feeds on the minerals found in sea salt.
You just have to take a handful of sand and look at it with a magnifying glass to realise that the grains are pretty little stars.
The same goes for Bermuda, where they also take on a pinkish colour due to algae.
These little stars are neither animals nor plants, and have been present on earth for 500 million years. These are not true starfish in the literal sense of the word, but protozoa, a mineral shell that can take many forms depending on the species, including a star. Their size generally varies from 38 mm to 1 mm."
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A 1mm star!
On the beaches of Okinawa in Japan, the sand is mostly made up of foraminifera, a one-celled organism that feeds on the minerals found in sea salt.
You just have to take a handful of sand and look at it with a magnifying glass to realise that the grains are pretty little stars.
The same goes for Bermuda, where they also take on a pinkish colour due to algae.
These little stars are neither animals nor plants, and have been present on earth for 500 million years. These are not true starfish in the literal sense of the word, but protozoa, a mineral shell that can take many forms depending on the species, including a star. Their size generally varies from 38 mm to 1 mm."
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