The Voice in the Silence

The words have escaped me

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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

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I’m really glad I read that.

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thatsabingo:

I kind of love the idea of Steve being bi. Like, when he was younger, he’d see a guy and think he was good looking, but he’d just stamp that down or chalk it up to being an artist and finding beauty in everything. Then he meets Peggy and he really likes her so he thinks of himself as “fixed”.

When he wakes up in our time he stumbles into learning about the different kinds of genders and sexual orientations and it just hits him like “Oh. I guess that explains it.” And after New York when things settle in to something like a routine and he actually has a chance to look around and Natasha starts on her mission to set him up, he starts to really accept and become okay with being attracted to men and women.

One day when they’re heading out on a mission, Natasha brings up another woman from SHIELD and Steve just goes “What about that guy who works in reception?” and he says it casually, but he’s really sort of nervous because she’s the first person he’s told. Natasha just pauses for a beat and looks at him before shaking her head “Kevin? No, he’s got a terrible hair cut. You can do better.” And after that she starts including guys in the people she suggests to him.

idk I just like that headcannon

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I know y’all like sinks and shit but lets talk about toasters

bandgeek-musicfreak:

ciel-the-neko-overlord:

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This one looks like a scanner

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This one poaches eggs too

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Fucking hamster wheels

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This ones see through

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Awesomeness

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This one hangs on the fucking wall

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It’s like a flower

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Hand held toaster

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Need a reminder? write it on your toast

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Old school like the old school

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WERE LOSING HIM SIR NOT ON MY WATCH

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 Now you know todays weather

i didn’t realize that a toaster fandom actually existed. this is beautiful. 

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I know y’all like sinks and shit but lets talk about toasters

bandgeek-musicfreak:

ciel-the-neko-overlord:

image

This one looks like a scanner

image

This one poaches eggs too

image

Fucking hamster wheels

image

This ones see through

image

Awesomeness

image

This one hangs on the fucking wall

image

It’s like a flower

image

Hand held toaster

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Need a reminder? write it on your toast

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Old school like the old school

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WERE LOSING HIM SIR NOT ON MY WATCH

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 Now you know todays weather

i didn’t realize that a toaster fandom actually existed. this is beautiful. 

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levvykevie:

laughingatmyreality:

today in math class, I didn’t understand the work so I started doing this to pass the time (and also to make it look like I was doing something). my intent was to fill up the whole paper, but before I finished my math teacher came behind me, took my pencil, and wrote the bottom.

That is actually really inspirational

levvykevie:

laughingatmyreality:

today in math class, I didn’t understand the work so I started doing this to pass the time (and also to make it look like I was doing something). my intent was to fill up the whole paper, but before I finished my math teacher came behind me, took my pencil, and wrote the bottom.

That is actually really inspirational

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surrexi:

"… it’s not just history. It’s me, I make it happen."

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GOD BLESS YOU, NILI. GOD BLESS YOU.

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