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Nesreen by Sherri Damlo
Via Flickr:
We used Memphis Tours to book our trip to Egypt, and our guides in Cairo were some of the best! It’s almost unbelievable, but I fired the shutter about perfect on this one. (Had I not been the one taking this shot, I wouldn’t have thought it was a candid.) Our guide Nesreen was looking for our driver, Osama, when I was poised to take a shot of someone else in the background. Instead, she turned her head and I caught her just right! 

 She was friendly and extraordinarily confident in herself. She told me that she didn’t have to work but chose to do so. I love that! 

 Photo taken with a Sigma 24-70mm lens in Cairo, Egypt.

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“I would like to see what’s worth getting arrested over.”

With that, Grantaire stands, making another futile attempt to rub the chalk from his hands. Enjolras follows suit, adjusting the cap on his head and slinging his own bag over his shoulder. “A lot of things are worth getting arrested over. Freedom to sleep in trees, make art open to the public, and—you know. Taxes. Wearing caps out of season, apparently, is your schtick.” (x)

Ryssa’s Metropolitan Art ‘verse is a lot like alcohol in that it will curl an unforgiving fist around your heart and whisper sweet poetry in your ear. I highly recommend the experience.

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Married by capture, forced to be with a savage at only seventeen. My wedding night was not a thing of beauty; it was brutality which took my virtue.

Being married to a warlord does not make you a woman, a queen, a leader. 

It makes you a thing. A thing for his band to use if they wish, to beat if they wish.

When he beat me within an inch of my life, killing our child as well, I swore no more. Once the menders let me go, I slit his throat in his sleep. I am no thing. I belong to no man. I was no longer a possession. I slaughtered as many of his men as I could, and ran.

I became a woman.

I became a queen.

Let no man tear me asunder, for not even Abbadon could match my fury.