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🎉 Happy Heavenly Birthday to Violet Mary Klotz (aka Mae Clarke) born on this date; August 16th, 1910 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. A talented actress who should be remembered for more than just a grapefruit to the face🎭.
🎂 Happy Heavenly Birthday to the beautiful and funny actress Thelma Todd who was born on this date; July 29th, 1906 in Lawrence, Massachusetts💐.
🎉 Happy Heavenly Birthday to a wonderful actor 🎭 and fellow Leo🦁; William Powell born on this date, July 29th,1892 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania🍸.
🥀 Remembering the wonderful Olivia de Havilland who passed away yesterday; July 25th, 2020 at the age of 104. Thank you Miss de Havilland for the hours of joy that you brought to many of us.
🎉 Happy Heavenly Birthday to the "great" James Cagney Jr. born on this date; July 17th, 1899🎂🍺. Seen here with his sister Jeanne, on his 40th birthday in 1939.
Remembering James Cagney on his birthday.
🎉 HAPPY HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY TO VIRGINIA KATHERINE McMATH (aka Ginger Rogers) BORN ON THIS DATE; July 16th, 1911🎂🎊🍨🎈.
🎉HAPPY HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY TO RUBY CATHERINE STEVENS (aka Barbara Stanwyck) BORN ON THIS DATE; July 16th,1907🎂🎊.
Wishing a happy birthday to Hollywood legend and two time Academy Award winner; Olivia de Havilland on her 104th birthday today, July 1st 2020🎈🎉🎊🎁🎂🥂🍾.
🥀 Remembering "Our Baby" who left us 83 years ago today; 06/07/1937. R.I.P. Jean.
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Libya: From Sands of Time to Storms of Change
Beneath the blazing sun of North Africa, bordered by the ancient tides of the Mediterranean and the vast breath of the Sahara, lies a land whose story has danced with gods, kings, conquerors, and revolutionaries. This is Libya: a nation born from the dust of myth, forged in the fires of empire, and reshaped in the hands of her people.
Origins in the Whispering Sands
Long before cities rose and borders were drawn, the land we now call Libya was home to prehistoric peoples who left their mark in the rock art of the Tadrart Acacus, carvings of giraffes and hunters that tell of a greener Sahara, long vanished. By the Bronze Age, Libya was not one land, but many tribes. Chief among them were the Meshwesh and the Libu—nomadic Berber peoples who grazed their herds along the Nile’s western flanks. Egyptian scribes would scrawl their names in hieroglyphs, sometimes as foes, other times as mercenaries or neighbors. Though they lacked pyramids or written chronicles of their own, the Libyans lived rich oral traditions, passed from elder to youth beside desert fires. Their tongues were early Berber, ancestors to the Amazigh languages spoken to this day.
The Libyan Pharaohs of Egypt
In one of history’s great ironies, these wandering tribes—once dismissed as desert raiders—would wear the crowns of Pharaohs. Around 945 BCE, a chieftain of the Meshwesh named Shoshenq I seized power in a divided Egypt. He founded the 22nd Dynasty, becoming the first Libyan Pharaoh. He was no usurper in chains, but a ruler accepted by Egypt’s priests and people, a man who walked the sacred halls of Karnak and marched his armies as far as Jerusalem. For over two centuries, Libyan dynasties ruled parts of Egypt. They wove themselves into Egyptian culture, marrying daughters into temple lineages and honoring the gods of old, while maintaining their tribal roots in the Delta’s tangled marshes.
Under Greek, Roman, and Islamic Rule
Time, ever the patient sculptor, wore down Libya’s independent spirit. By the time of Herodotus in the 5th century BCE, Libya had become a vague term for "all lands west of Egypt." The Greeks founded Cyrene in eastern Libya, a shining jewel of Hellenistic culture. Later came the Romans, who tamed the coast and named it Tripolitania and Cyrenaica. Great cities bloomed, like Leptis Magna, where Emperor Septimius Severus—a Libyan by birth—would rise to rule the Roman world. With the coming of Islam in the 7th century CE, Libya joined the rising tide of Arab civilization. Arabic took root, and Berber tribes embraced the faith, blending it with ancient customs in a uniquely North African tapestry.
From Ottoman Sands to Italian Chains
From the 16th to 19th centuries, Libya was ruled by the Ottomans, often in name more than presence. Local rulers like the Karamanlis in Tripoli built their own dynasties, their corsairs feared across the Mediterranean. But in 1911, the old world shifted once more—Italy invaded, snatching Libya from Ottoman control. The Libyans resisted fiercely under leaders like Omar Mukhtar, the "Lion of the Desert," whose guerilla war against Mussolini’s fascists became legend. Though captured and executed in 1931, Mukhtar’s spirit ignited a flame that would not die.
A Brief Bloom: The Kingdom of Libya
After World War II, Libya was stitched together from three provinces and granted independence in 1951 under King Idris I. For the first time in centuries, Libya was sovereign. But beneath the crown, discontent stirred. Oil wealth enriched a few, while many remained poor. In 1969, a young officer named Muammar Gaddafi led a bloodless coup, ending the monarchy and beginning one of the most controversial reigns in modern Arab history.
Gaddafi's Rule and the Gathering Storm
For 42 years, Gaddafi ruled with a blend of charisma, brutality, and eccentric philosophy. He styled himself as the "Brother Leader", preached his Green Book, and funded revolutions abroad. At times a pariah, at times an ally, he kept Libya's oil flowing and dissent smothered. But the winds of change were rising. When the Arab Spring swept across the region in 2011, Libyans—long repressed—rose in revolt. The uprising turned into a brutal civil war, drawing NATO intervention. In October 2011, Gaddafi was captured and killed. His fall was cheered, but peace did not follow.
A crusade that passed through me
While I was in the capital of gloom, a crusade passed by in the form of a woman, and the heart became under mandate, unable to respond against the colonial power. A mixture of sweetness and torment. She has the face of an angel and the stab of a warrior who opens the bolts of consciousness. She opens a door, enters the chest and struts in its left side, and when the full moon appears from between the clouds, she looks up as if she were looking at a mirror. She took from the gazelle, impudence and suspicion, and from the Arabian horses, stubbornness and strut. And now after her invasion, I suffer from love, alienation, and ill fortune. I am the hawk I am the knight I am the poet And she is my punishment.
By : Jamal Bander
During times of war
I want to say: I only love you, And I cling to you, Like the peel clings to a pomegranate, Like the tear clings to the eye, Like a knife that clings to the wound, And like a bullet that clings to my heart,
I love you…
~ Nizar Qabbani
One day
We’ll meet again You’ll look at me And while i look at you I won't feel a thing I'll walk past you With a smile on my face And inside you'll be dying because it took you too long to realize It was me
| Unknown
Let the coffee cool...
Don't answer the phone.
Put both hands in your pocket.
Watch the opportunities pass by.
Let anxiety take what it takes from you.
Get close to what you fear.
accept the fact that not everything is necessarily going to be okay, and that you don't mind it anyway, nothing matters now.
Don’t juggle the weather with clothes.
Never buy an umbrella for sun or rain.
shorten your words.
Make sure that everything that is likely to break, already broken.
After trying every possible defeat.
You will return with a heart that has experienced disappointment, and no longer fears it, with a face that has had a moment of bruises, you will feel for the first time real courage, you will proceed undisturbed, and you will sleep peacefully at night.
- Farid Emara
Let you be...
Let you be the sea, and I will be the first to drown.
You’re the destination, and I'm the first to arrive.
let you be the house, and I will be the first to dwell.
Be the poetry, and I will be the first to listen.
Be whatever you are,
and I will be yours with everything I have.
