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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)

tumblr has evolved into this warped sense of humor where this gains 20k notes with no explanation. is there an inside joke or reference to this that makes it funny to a select group of people? perhaps, but typically there would be some sort of visual clue to this type of humor. from one angle, it seems to be a legitimate question posed by a foreigner, perhaps from some country or planet or time in which there are no frogs, possibly in a work of fiction. yet there is neither a question mark nor an answer, leaving open the possibility that in fact, this is not an actual query. the humor is in its surreal location in limbo between question and statement, between fact and fiction, and in the possible hidden meaning behind the words, that frogs are strange and unknowable creations. who would come up with the idea of making this vague and bizarre graphic? in a way, the post itself is very much like frogs. who would come up with the idea of making frogs? why this community is so passionate about such strange images is a cultural phenomenon.
or, this is from jeopardy.

tumblr has evolved into this warped sense of humor where this gains 20k notes with no explanation. is there an inside joke or reference to this that makes it funny to a select group of people? perhaps, but typically there would be some sort of visual clue to this type of humor. from one angle, it seems to be a legitimate question posed by a foreigner, perhaps from some country or planet or time in which there are no frogs, possibly in a work of fiction. yet there is neither a question mark nor an answer, leaving open the possibility that in fact, this is not an actual query. the humor is in its surreal location in limbo between question and statement, between fact and fiction, and in the possible hidden meaning behind the words, that frogs are strange and unknowable creations. who would come up with the idea of making this vague and bizarre graphic? in a way, the post itself is very much like frogs. who would come up with the idea of making frogs? why this community is so passionate about such strange images is a cultural phenomenon.

or, this is from jeopardy.

(Source: neonqueer)

thejabberwocki:

If you ever get frustrated with your writing, just remember that Tolkien once described Feanor as
“wounded with many wounds”

angelclark:

33 Pictures Taken At The Right Moment 

We are huge fans of perfectly timed photos that capture perfect (and usually funny or unexpected) moments that come and go with a blink of the eye. The internet is abound with images shared by people who have captured images at just the right moment or from just the right perspective, so we wanted to share some more of them with you.

sharped0:

beyonceofmysticfalls:

Imagine the middle child wandering by herself onto your aisle at Walmart.

ok but what about the youngest child? ‘human being’ sounds like she’s secretly a reptilian and is trying very hard to convince everyone she isnt.

sharped0:

beyonceofmysticfalls:

Imagine the middle child wandering by herself onto your aisle at Walmart.

ok but what about the youngest child? ‘human being’ sounds like she’s secretly a reptilian and is trying very hard to convince everyone she isnt.

(Source: withoutyourwalls)

i’m not gonna lie

the first time i went into the dragons tumblr tag i was extremely disappointed that there were no photographs