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Oh how I love LA

Living the dream, but I can’t seem to fall asleep. This sunset deserves its own post.

A walk among the lilacs

Got to do a lil portrait session while in Salt Lake a few months ago. I love photographing my friends, capturing the parts of them that captivate me. Tay is an extremely talented artist/painter, even more so a delightful soulful friend. I adore taking pictures of my friends and if you’d like some portraits done please hop in my DMs @gothsloth

Some of my half frames are so delightful they deserve their own frame. Here are a few oldies.

A delightful 36hr trip to New York w/ dear friends

Here is the poster for our thesis film “Jamila”. It is a very personal story about femininity and culture. We wanted to show how beautiful and loving Palestinian culture is. In these darkest of times, we are hopeful this film can be a source of light and hope. Thank you to everyone who helped bring it to life. Starring @yasmeenfletcher @zein_khleif @madamefofo @ilham.malki.lmt Lida Ranjbaran @hi__dina Directed by @jpegjulia Written by @meginnola and @jpegjulia Produced by @peri.lian Cinematography by @arty_miss98 Production Design by @camilabrg Edited by @ponka_wonka Music by @abbyabdelkhalek Poster designed by @nicolebaroudi

I first wandered upon this poem when looking through my family’s poetry collection. It resonated with me immediately, continually. The items that surround are the pieces of Palestine I always keep near me. My Keffiyeh Tatreez tapestry Our flag Pottery from the old city of Jerusalem Rosaries made from the wood of an olive tree Ornate jewelry box Blossoming rosemary from a walk Olive branch fresh Portrait of my grandfather who passed in 1965. I have always been told I resemble him. Palestinian, Palestinian is my name. In a clear script, On all battlefields, I have inscribed my name, Eclipsing all other titles. The letters in my name cling to me, Live with me, nourish me, Fill my soul with fire And pulse through my veins. Palestinian, Such is my name, I know. It torments and grieves me, Their eyes hunt me, Pursue me, wound me. For my name is Palestinian And as they pleased They have made me wander. I have lived all my life Without traits and features, And as they pleased, They gave me names and titles. Jails with their gates flung wide Summon me, And in all the airports of the world Are found my names and titles— The lying wind carries me, Disperses me. Palestinian— The name pursues me, lives with me; Palestinian is my fate, Clinging to me, reviving me. Palestinian I am, Though they trample me and my name; Palestinian I am, Though they sell me in the market For what they please, For thousands of millions; Palestinian I am, Though to the gallows the drive me; Palestinian I am, Palestinian I am, Though to the flames they cast me, I— what am I? Without my name, Palestinian, Without a homeland to live for, To protect and be protected by? I—what am I? Answer me, answer me! by Hārūn Hāshim Rashid This poem was published in 1972. I am saddened at how little has changed for us. I always longed to see my people in media. If this is the cost, it is too high. As Christmas approaches, I must remind people. If Jesus were born today, he would be born a Palestinian. The Christians of the Holy Land are Palestinians. I am proud to be Palestinian. Always.

Californian Americana

Scenes of good folks in 2023 Then this camera broke. Been in the shop since February

This picture is how 28 felt. Hoping 29 will be a bit less fractured.

The views from 2022