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Writer Othman Shahin (@ottoshahin) celebrates the life and mourns the loss of Sliman Mansour by revisiting his most impactful works and reflecting on his personal, very Palestinian relationship from afar with the late visual artist.

Read the full feature through the link in bio.

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⁨ ⁨ ⁨ كيف تتحوّل المهانة من تجربةٍ تاريخية إلى وعيٍ موروث بحدود الممكن؟ وماذا يحدث حين نرث هذه الحدود بوصفها حقائق عن العالم، قبل أن نتساءل عمّن رسمها؟

يكتب عثمان شاهين عن ألبوم «سلطان» لشب جديد والناظر في مقاربة تجمع بين الكتابة الذاتية والقراءة المعمقة وتاريخ الفكر ويجد الإجابة في جماليات الفخر، في أن يتوّج شب جديد نفسه سلطاناً وسط الركام، وأن يواصل التطلّع إلى الأعلى فيما يدفعه كلّ ما حوله إلى الانكماش.

ترجمته عن الإنجليزية مجلة فَمْ.⁩⁩

الرابط في البايو⁩

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A few diss tracks inspire as much intellectual debate as Shabjdeed's recent diss of Saint Levant. Questions of identity, politics of representation, misogyny, and policing took over the social feeds of both artists' fans.

In this article, Othman Shahin (@ottoshahin) offers his own reading of the track, drawing on Mohammed El Kurd's Perfect Victims to argue that the diss refuses to submit to the Western gaze, instead presenting a Palestinian brotherhood not built for export - one of tough love, harsh language, and vicious mockery.

Read the full article through the link in our bio.

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Othman Shahin (@ottoshahin) traces the sandy footprints of the faris - the warrior-poet of classical Arab tradition - revived in Shabjdeed, Touch, and Smokaholic’s new song, “Kattal.”

Hit the link in bio to navigate two maps laid atop one another: one of pre-Islamic Arabia, the other of modern-day Palestine. At the fault lines where they collide, BLTNM’s rappers pen their epic sagas.

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“Boots on the ground” in Iran is an easy phrase to say at a press conference. But geography, manpower, and history suggest something far closer to a generational war than a quick victory.

In his latest analysis, Othman Shahin (@ottoshahin) breaks down the dangerous gap between the war some senators imagine and the one reality would impose. Read the full piece through the link in bio.

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When war starts sounding like prophecy, something has gone terribly wrong. As biblical language seeps into the rhetoric around America’s war with Iran, from Oval Office prayers to military briefings invoking Armageddon - Othman Shahin (@ottoshahin) warns about the dangerous fusion of power, faith, and violence.

Read the full commentary through the link in bio.

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super grateful for a weekend full of support and love for my debut album “City of Angels”. thank you to everyone that pulled up to the listening party, and thank you @rollingstonemena and @ottoshahin for an incredible breakdown of the album and the message behind it. as an artist all I ever wanted was to be heard and understood, so I appreciate every single one of you that listens to these records and feels the things Im saying 🙏🏽

what city should we hit next?

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Othman Shahin’s (@ottoshahin) review of Konstancy’s (@_konstancy) debut full-length, City of Angels, lands with an unlikely take on love - heavy, enduring, and unbreakable: love of home, all who carry it for us, and the distance keeping us away.

Read the full review through the link in bio.

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Othman Shahin (@ottoshahin) delves into one of our favorite songs of the year and unravels its densely layered lyrics one line at a time. His breakdown feels like unzipping an insanely compressed file. The 4-minute track unfolds into a 5,000-word essay and describes a monotonous and infinitely repeating West Bank day with claustrophobia-inducing precision.

Read the full breakdown through the link in bio 🔗

📷 by: Aram Sabbah (@aramsabbah)

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هَذَا الْعَام...

هَذَا الْعَام، سَتُشْرِقُ شَمْسٌ جَدِيدَةٌ، تُنِيرُ دُرُوبَ الصُّمُودِ،
وَفِي غَزَّةَ، سَتَزْهَرُ آمَالٌ عَرِيضَةٌ، بِمُسْتَقْبَلٍ مُفْعَمٍ بِالْوُعُودِ.

هَذَا الْعَام، سَيَعَانِقُ الْأَطْفَالُ فَجْرًا مَلْؤُهُ الْأَمَلُ،
وَتَغْنِي الْحَيَاةُ أَلْحَانًا بِالْعَزِيمَةِ، لَا تَعْرِفُ الْمَلَلُ.

هَذَا الْعَام، سَتَرْسُمُ الْأَيْدِي لَوْحَاتٍ مِنْ نُورٍ وَأَلْوَانٍ،
تَحْكِي قِصَصَ الْبَطُولَةِ، فِي كُلِّ شَارِعٍ وَبُسْتَانٍ.

هَذَا الْعَام، سَيَزْهُو الْأُفُقُ بِأَلْوَانِ الْحُرِّيَةِ وَالسَّلَامِ،
وَتَصْدَحُ الْأَرْضُ بِأَغَانِي الْعِزَّةِ، وَالِانْتِصَارِ الدَّوَامِ.

هَذَا الْعَام، سَتَتَحِدُ الْقُلُوبُ فِي غَزَّةَ، صَامِدَةٌ كَالْجِبَالِ،
مُتَجَدِّدَةُ الْأَحْلَامُ، بِإِرَادَةٍ تَتَحَدَّى كُلَّ الْأَهْوَالِ.

هَذَا الْعَام، سَتَفِيضُ الْأَرْضُ بِالْخَيْرِ، تُظَلِّلُهَا السَّمَاءُ،
وَتَسْتَمِرُّ رِحْلَةُ النِّضَالِ، بِرُوحٍ لَا تَعْرِفُ الْبَلَاءَ..

هَذَا الْعَام، نَحْتَفِي بِالنَّصْرِ، وَنُكْرِمُ ذِكْرَى الشُّهَدَاءِ،
وَتَرْسُمُ غَزَّةُ لَوْحَةَ الْعِزَّةِ، بِأَلْوَانِ الصُّمُودِ وَالْفِدَاءِ.

هَذَا الْعَام...

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"We stood together, our hands joined not just by the candles we held, but by a shared sorrow that reached deep into the soil of lands far away. Each flickering light was a solemn tribute to over 10,000 souls-a stark number that, while overwhelming, did not begin to encompass the vastness of each individual life, dream, and aspiration they held.

Under the night sky, we offered prayers-whispers from Islamic, Christian, Jewish, and Native American hearts- mingling with the scent of burning cedar, a plea for peace and protection. We stood in unity, honoring those who are no longer with us, their memories etched into the collective heartbeat of our newfound community. To be Palestinian these days is to wake with a heavy heart, as each day ushers in the news of loss-new martyrs, new names to be remembered. It's a cycle of grief and resilience, a testament to the undying spirit of a people who, despite unimaginable suffering, continue to carry a light of hope, justice, patience, strength, and liberation." - @ottoshahin thank you for this beautiful message.

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Last night, we stood together, our hands joined not just by the candles we held, but by a shared sorrow that reached deep into the soil of lands far away. Each flickering light was a solemn tribute to over 10,000 souls, a stark number that, while overwhelming, did not begin to encompass the vastness of each individual life, dream, and aspiration they held.

Under the night sky, we offered prayers: whispers from Islamic, Christian, Jewish, and Native American hearts, mingling with the scent of burning cedar, a plea for peace and protection. We stood in unity, honoring those who are no longer with us, their memories etched into the collective heartbeat of our newfound community.

To be Palestinian these days is to wake with a heavy heart, as each day ushers in the news of loss, new martyrs, new names to be remembered. It's a cycle of grief and resilience, a testament to the undying spirit of a people who, despite unimaginable suffering, continue to carry a light of hope, justice, patience, strength, and liberation.

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