Category: Rafiq Al Bunduqia
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When flags become brands and uniforms cloak injustice, we must name what we see: a world where war hides behind legality and theft wears a tie. This blog is a poetic protest against global hypocrisy — from Gaza to gilded offices — and a reminder that resistance still rows quietly below deck.
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“Some roads answer us back. Even in silence. Even before Three Sisters.” Before we reached the landmark called Three Sisters, something else shifted — a pickup turned into a homecoming, and memory took the wheel. This is a story of roads interrupted, hearts opened, and how a boat hitched behind us became a vessel for…
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Before Rafiq ever dropped his first scroll, there was a garden of words — planted in silence, grown in love. This is his origin soil.
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In Gaza, not all superheroes fly. Some livestream truth. Some carry bleeding children. Some send plastic bottles filled with rice. And some — like the mother stirring a pot that is almost empty — hold the line with nothing but dust and devotion. This post is not about comic books. It is about subverting myths,…
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In the age of AI, the question isn’t simply “Did you write this?” — it’s “Do you understand it, stand by it, and show up inside it?” This reflection, drawn from conversations with educators and writers, invites us to move beyond panic and into ethical authorship, presence, and responsibility. Tools may change — but intention…
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