Nabil Hadjarab arrived at Gitmo 11 years ago, in an orange jumpsuit and a diaper, his head covered by a hood, eyes blinded by blackout goggles, mouth gagged, and with headphones blaring white noise into his ears.
At 34, Nabil is four years my senior. We both speak French, draw pictures, and, in our youths, liked to travel to desolate places and have adventures. But Nabil’s days of wanderlust may be over forever. Although he’s been cleared for release since 2007, the US will not return him to his family in France. He has vowed to remain on a hunger strike till he finds freedom or death, whichever happens first.
-It Don’t Gitmo Better Than This: Inside the Dark Heart of Guantanamo Bay. By Molly Crabapple
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.Charles Bukowski (via endlesslyunamusing)
Send my eye as a
mote in a furious, chaotic flurry.
Let breathe and grow, in shadow behind my heart,
with each triumphant surge of power,
with each throb,
the rage of a thousand dawns
like weeping magma.
Let the softest souls of Trees
bend low on the cool wind and
whisper their truth –
“we are safe here”
in tender brush with my cheek.
Being Spiritual is nothing…Being a good person is a big deal.Vikram Gandhi (via hellismydue)
In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title. Do not lose your knowledge that man’s proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.Ayn Rand (via missdiglera)