Abu Zaabal 89 received the Best Documentary Award, a recognition shared with the Palestinian film State of Passion: Ghassan Abu Sitta.
It also received a Special Jury Prize from the Africa No Filter Foundation, which collaborates with the CIFF for the first time, awarding African films.
It also received a Special Jury Prize from the Africa No Filter Foundation, which collaborates with the CIFF for the first time, awarding African films.
November 25, 2024 at 4:13 PM
Abu Zaabal 89 received the Best Documentary Award, a recognition shared with the Palestinian film State of Passion: Ghassan Abu Sitta.
It also received a Special Jury Prize from the Africa No Filter Foundation, which collaborates with the CIFF for the first time, awarding African films.
It also received a Special Jury Prize from the Africa No Filter Foundation, which collaborates with the CIFF for the first time, awarding African films.
“The question is, was it worth starting a revolution and confronting Assad?” he asked, then answered himself:
“It was indeed important.”
“We have decided to guide our future and our destiny with our own hands,” he said in Oslo.
“Revolutions are ideas and ideas cannot be killed by weapons.”💚
“It was indeed important.”
“We have decided to guide our future and our destiny with our own hands,” he said in Oslo.
“Revolutions are ideas and ideas cannot be killed by weapons.”💚
November 22, 2024 at 8:44 PM
“The question is, was it worth starting a revolution and confronting Assad?” he asked, then answered himself:
“It was indeed important.”
“We have decided to guide our future and our destiny with our own hands,” he said in Oslo.
“Revolutions are ideas and ideas cannot be killed by weapons.”💚
“It was indeed important.”
“We have decided to guide our future and our destiny with our own hands,” he said in Oslo.
“Revolutions are ideas and ideas cannot be killed by weapons.”💚
Photos taken sometime in these days, November, 2011 during the Arab spring, in Egypt.
Sometimes, more often than not, it feels like it was a dream, it’s been so cold here ever since, I wonder if spring will come again.
Photo credit: @3arabawy.substack.com
Link: www.flickr.com/photos/elham...
Sometimes, more often than not, it feels like it was a dream, it’s been so cold here ever since, I wonder if spring will come again.
Photo credit: @3arabawy.substack.com
Link: www.flickr.com/photos/elham...
November 22, 2024 at 4:50 PM
Photos taken sometime in these days, November, 2011 during the Arab spring, in Egypt.
Sometimes, more often than not, it feels like it was a dream, it’s been so cold here ever since, I wonder if spring will come again.
Photo credit: @3arabawy.substack.com
Link: www.flickr.com/photos/elham...
Sometimes, more often than not, it feels like it was a dream, it’s been so cold here ever since, I wonder if spring will come again.
Photo credit: @3arabawy.substack.com
Link: www.flickr.com/photos/elham...
Yet, you never stop searching the words: for her, for you. And because she is an almost, she keeps you perched. Maybe today her pulse will dance to the beat of your heart. Maybe today, you’ll return hand-in-hand to a time before hope tarnished your souls.
I love this essay by @elgendy95.bsky.social
I love this essay by @elgendy95.bsky.social
November 20, 2024 at 6:19 PM
Yet, you never stop searching the words: for her, for you. And because she is an almost, she keeps you perched. Maybe today her pulse will dance to the beat of your heart. Maybe today, you’ll return hand-in-hand to a time before hope tarnished your souls.
I love this essay by @elgendy95.bsky.social
I love this essay by @elgendy95.bsky.social
“Might. What a word. It holds infinite possibilities of a life that could have been. So many options stacked one on top of the other, like cards waiting for a player to pick and choose.”
“And to all the Syrians who loved, lost, lived, and died for Syria. We will come back home one day.”
#Syria
“And to all the Syrians who loved, lost, lived, and died for Syria. We will come back home one day.”
#Syria
November 20, 2024 at 6:19 PM
“Might. What a word. It holds infinite possibilities of a life that could have been. So many options stacked one on top of the other, like cards waiting for a player to pick and choose.”
“And to all the Syrians who loved, lost, lived, and died for Syria. We will come back home one day.”
#Syria
“And to all the Syrians who loved, lost, lived, and died for Syria. We will come back home one day.”
#Syria