Lullaby for a rising … dedicated to the mothers who whisper the ultimate promise, homelands bound.
Love letter to Falastine Libnan Bilad el Sham
made while on the sacred lands of the traditional owners, the lands of Dharwal and Dhurga people where lullabies whisperers keep generations rising for their lands to this date.
A two week residency at Bundanon in the musicians cottage where a grand piano stared at me…. I don’t play biano.
The song is an interpretation of the folk lullaby yalla tnam iykyk
📸 Tamara Alameddine Needham
the mutual aid market this Saturday @mutualaidmarketinnerwest I am offering a song whisper with our collective intentions. Bring yours from what moments we want to capture in a future that brights the darks.
This will be small private sessions o raise much needed funds for our peeps.
No one will be tuned away as long as I have capacity.
Thank you @studio_doprado & @jahnnepascowhite for blessing my studio today 💗🌸🧿
This Saturday night we celebrate culture that lives and connections that count. It is a privilege to be helping bring this room of beautiful musicians together — and all the more relevant that we unite for shared humanity. See you there.
Echoes of the Levant will feature powerhouse vocalist Maissa—rooted in a lineage of Arab women singers and known for her work with the Sydney Symphony Orchestra, Sydney Opera House, and ensemble Dandana—alongside incredible poets and films, this is a celebration of culture, identity, and voice. 2 May, Newtown Pride Centre, 7:30pm — tickets in bio, don’t miss out.
حلوة هاي…
Summer 2025 dreams improv in my home beloved el Mina Trablos with some of the finest and funnest northern musicians 🧿🎸👩🎤🤘🏽 @joseenakhoul_ &
@saadehkatouh@rummantripoli a space I hope to return to one day… art deco old cinema in the old El Mina where community makes and is made 💗
- love to @neosophist the Tripoli wonder and wonderful connections🤘🏽
Affirmations on my fridge -
المهم أن نبقى.بقاؤنا إنتصار… ذاكرة للنسيان محمود درويش- ١٩٢٨ بيروت
“the important thing is to hold on. Holding on is victory.” Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for forgetfulness, Beirut 1982
I don’t feel there’s any point to sharing anything right now as our world is burning. But for what it takes I want you to know my kin my friends and my family that my pain is your pain.. and as we grieve and collectively rage … we also heal and tend to our wounds starting always with the lands that nourish our tenderness. In rage in love in aspiration to return whole. Freedom she’s coming.
