Federicaville

I had tears in my eyes today and not, it was not for the tear gas I inhale straight on and neither from the sprained ankle as a result of my jumping the ditch to run away from the fumes. I had tears in my eyes, because the women I met today were real, angry, motivated, ready for a change and not willing to give up or give in. they were women who rocked, women worth sitting and singing with, women with a spirit of madness and hope. women with wolves souls and animal hearts. women who stood still to shout out loud their ideals and their way of life. women untouched by fear. only by the hope of a different future. women who care to make a difference even if it takes 35 years of activism like Alya, who moved from the U.S. 57 years ago and have been part of the Black Women movement since the 1980’s and is way over 70 years old and still standing with her signs and her beautiful believes in a future where Palestinians and Israeli will walk hands in hands. women to take as examples and to help standing in their beliefs for as long as it get to make change happen.