Beyond the evident gender gap — experienced uniquely in each region — and the violence perpetuated by systems designed and created by and for capitalism and patriarchy worldwide, what does it truly mean to be a man in the 21st century?
“For me, writing is a document that preserves the legacy of humanity and its story from oblivion, especially in literature.”
Developing educational initiatives around ways of being and knowing that diverge from mainstream approaches can feel like swimming in a sea against currents of resistance.
Months ago, I read an article on We Are Not Numbers about a young woman named Tala who lost all her books because of the genocide in Gaza.
We live in a world where we are constantly prioritizing the wellbeing of some over others. I wonder if our current moments of deep grief and darkness can teach us to reevaluate our thought patterns of identity, community, and belonging and to accept opportunities to learn what it really means to be human.
“By advocating for self-determination and empowering individuals to shape their own futures, we are fostering a sense of agency and optimism within our community, even amidst the current challenges we face.”
It was possible for these birds,
Which feed on the trash of the universe in Gaza
And drown in a river of exhaustion and darkness
And their bodies smashed beneath the rain of hunger
And rising smoke dust
From the chimney of the relentless massacre
To win prizes in physics, mathematics, and literature
And the various sports
Adjacent to my obsessions,
About lost identity
And between here and there
nothing
Except that the sides around me shrank;
To become a grave the size of my corpse
For alienation there is a verse
Recited by the Nakba at her funeral
For her only heirs
In cold exile
Between here and there
This lunacy is larger than you my love
Its harshness
Its fatal sins
That the delicacy of your untarnished hands can’t endure
Your palms that hold the country’s oranges
A beauty mark on your waist
And your hair strewn
Over the shoulders of truth
has the saltiness of the sea
And the scent of mud
and the sweetness of both
Seventy five years
Gnawed upon by hyenas
Of green and blue and red
And the colour of our nations within us
Seventy five years
Since the dawning of Gaza’s only sigh
The sights like a river rushing into the mouths of her children
With the missiles of an f16
And so the nation poured from it drop after drop
Since the child in us ceased to question
And, panting, began to stretch out his fingers and dry throats
El Tejido Ecoversidades es una comunidad de practicantes del aprendizaje de todas partes del mundo, comprometidos a la re-imaginación de la educación superior para culvitvar un florecimiento humano y ecológico en respuesta a los retos críticos de nuestros tiempos.
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