Bushwick Open Studios
Sunday June 1, 1-4pm
28 Locust St. #405

Painter/Illustrator Tatyana Fazlalizadeh, of the public art series Stop Telling Women to Smile, will be showing her recent paintings and drawings at her home studio. The showing will be a casual event with light food and music. Merchandise from STWTS will be for sale.



a less serious installment of my comics featuring qahera the muslim superhero -as mentioned, this comic is intended for amusement only and should only be taken perhaps 12% seriously. 

arabic version | other (actual) qahera comics | facebook page

yeah so this is a thing


"We can ALL do it!" by soirart

Instead of saying “I am Trayvon Martin” it would do more good for white people [and non-Black people] in solidarity with the Trayvon Martin case to recognize all the ways they are Zimmerman.

As in, if you live in a “safe” suburban or gated community that is mostly white and that is considered a “good” neighborhood because it excludes people of colour [especially excluding Black people] then you benefit from the same conditions that created Zimmerman.

If you benefit from “police protection” to your property that depends on racial profiling of people of colour [especially Black people] and brutality towards them then you take part in the same systems that create Zimmerman.

If you have the racial privilege to work, move, live in mostly white spaces and have limited contact with… [Black people], particularly “low income” …[Black people], then you live with the same social and economic policies of casual segregation that create Zimmerman.

It’s good that people recognize the injustice of Trayvon Martin’s death, but if that recognition is not accompanied by the work to recognize and undo the systematic economic, social, educational and employment policies that create neighborhoods where Black people are seen as threatening trespassers - and how people benefit from this racial privilege - then no true anti-racist work can occur.

Nobody wants to say “I am Zimmerman” but until we recognize how Zimmerman reflects institutionalized racism there will continue to be more Trayvons.

El Jones (via writeswrongs)


Western Media rolls with the punches.Case and point, the Huffington Post.

First, it’s a coup but they display a picture of mass protests in the streets in obvious celebrations (you can see fireworks in the sky).

Then, after all is over, they changed it to “Freedom” with a picture of a Military General giving a speech.

Either they’re stupid with no sense of irony, or ridiculous with the worst sense of humor I’ve ever seen.

Nevin Öztop is a turkish “chappuling” feminist. In an interview with Nelly Bassily, Nevin updates us about the uprising in Turkey from a young feminist perspective. The interview was conducted on The Third Wave, a feminist radio show on CHUO 89,1 FM in Ottawa, Canada on June 11, 2013. Have a look-listen below:


A young woman kicks back the tear gas.

Blowing Kisses to Teta

My ‘teta’ (the word for grand-mother in Arabic) and I have a special bond. As a single mom, it wasn’t always easy for my mom to raise me and take care of me. But, she had help from my Teta Yvonne.

Teta’s always been there to fret over what I ate, when I ate and if I had eaten…she worried about if I ate well, if I ate good food.

Teta took care of me when I came home from school. Making sure I (well, you guessed it) ate delicious food and did my homework.

Teta’s a strong woman and stubborn a times.

Teta’s now bed-ridden, unable to walk, dependent on people to move her on a wheelchair. She is sick with cancer. As her cancer grows, her appetite shrinks. Now, it’s a fight for my mom and I (and my aunts) to make sure she eats — something, anything.

Now, it’s my turn to fret about what she eats as I try to spoon feed her soup. She swallows a spoonful and looks at me with disgust. She refuses to let the second spoonful of soup come anywhere near her lips.

"Kefaya" (enough in Arabic) she yells. "Mesh 3aiza" (I don’t want any) she insists.
"But Teta, its good for you, it will keep you strong," I say as I try to bring one more soup-filled spoon to her lips.
She yells: “No, no, no, no!”
"Ma3lesh habibi" (it’s ok my darling in Arabic) I say as I put the spoon back down in the bowl and kiss her forehead.

I try to make Teta smile again.
I do this by playing a “blowing kisses” game.
I bunch my fingers together, kiss them a few times and blow them at her.
She catches the airborne kisses with her fingers and gently taps her fingers on her cheeks.
Then, she - in turn - bunches her fingers together, brings them to her lips and kisses them many times in a rapid succession and blows them away at me.
I catch the kisses and make them land softly on my cheeks.
We blow a few kisses back and forth.
Teta smiles.

That’s officially my new favor game and one I’m convinced is better medicine than any of the many pills she has to swallow.

Blessed are the mothers and grand-mothers who take care of us and who we also care for.
Such is the circle of life.

Who’s the cutest Teta in the world? :D