Posts tagged reflections.
she will sing it to me and scream it at me
and I will never tell her to quiet down
she will say it when I tell her to go to bed
when I tell her she can’t have anymore candy
or watch anymore television
“no” will be my daughter’s favorite word
not only will I teach her how to say it
but I will teach her to repeat it over and over
again until every single atom in her tiny little body
hums with it
If it makes her less soft than the other girls
I will take her to museums and show her
what marble and stone can become
I will brush her hair and let her wear whatever
whatever that makes her
she will know
that the world has been built upon “no’s”
upon rejections and refusals and swords
if this makes her a warrior in a field of
flowers, then she will walk without fear
of being trampled on
the first word I teach my daughter will be
and when she grows up
in a world that tells her
she can’t walk down the street by herself
that “no” will be heard
it will roar and echo down the block
and she will never be told to keep
she will not know the meaning of the word.
— Washington Irving (via erraticintrovert)
In answer to Kafranbel’s condolences, the people of Boston write a message in solidarity with them and their struggle.
“Boston, bombings represent a sorrowful scene of what happens everyday in Syria. Do accept our condolences.” 19/04/2013
“Friends of Syria, we too hope for the safety of your families and for peace.” 20/04/2013
People do not naturally hate.
Hate is taught.
Hate is learned.
Love is natural.
Focal Length: 42mm
Bashar was 12 when a tank shell landed near his house. The shrapnel shattered his leg. Delayed treatment meant that his recovery has been painful and slow – and made worse by the fact that he already suffered from juvenile arthritis. Bashar is now getting the appropriate physiotherapy from Handicap International, and longs for the day when he can return to Syria and to school. He lives with his family on the 5th floor of an apartment in Jordan and is therefore unable to go outside.
Remember the lives lost everyday in Syria, worry about the injured; pray for them. I assure you whatever difficulty you face - they have it worse. This doesn’t lessen your suffering, but let in inspire you - let it motivate you.
If the people of Syria can live with whatever hell the world has decided to throw at them - so can you.
“Russia’s Caucasus: breeding ground for terror”
“How Chechnya’s culture of terror came to the streets of Boston”
“Chechnya’s war just arrived in the United States”
Some headlines on Boston bombing today… It’s not suprising and unusual to see those idiotic, irresponsible and harmful…
The Chechen people are a beautiful and resilient people, just as every other race and ethnicity that exists on this planet. Regardless of colour, class, creed, race, orientation and religion; there are good and bad people everywhere. Please keep this in mind as you watch the somewhat harmful media which is trying to sell a story - you know what sells? Us against them. There is no us, there is no them folks. There is just humanity and the demons and angels within us (in our thoughts and deeds).
I’m asking my followers never to generalize. Truth always resists simplicity; but don’t let that stop you in your search for truth, justice, and ultimately compassion and love.
May those who have lost their lives in any accident, hate crime, terrorist attack, war or otherwise find peace, and may the injured return to their families.
Stunning. Beautiful. Breath-taking.
This is absolutely incredible! Spare a couple of minutes and watch this.
P.S. - Aloha ke Akua = God is Love. :)
In Response to the Steubenville Rape Case:
Some dudes are straight up stupid.
They don’t know how to respect women and girls, and they have little idea what it means to be a man. Having a penis in no way makes you better or greater than any woman, nor does it excuse your ignorance in any way. I don’t know why society has this idea that a man is this emotionless brute that has to treat people like crap and for that matter - the male sex drive can be controlled.
Lessons from Public Transit.
I use the subway a lot. A whole lot.
Personally, I think public transit is God’s gift to mankind (okay, not really…but IT IS really useful). I mean it’s not always the cleanest place, or even the nicest smelling place, but I find a kind of awkward beauty in it. A whole bunch of people with different backgrounds, economic situations, struggles, and purposes congealed in one little boxcar; having one thing in common: their destination.
Sometimes I’m so astonished. How can people carry so much pride? I don’t expect everyone to be humble - but to think so much of yourself to be able to say such terrrible things about others (even if they are true) — its simply astonishing.
Don’t you realize, whether you like it or not, after a couple of decades you’ll be six feet deep decomposing. There isn’t much to take pride in. (Okay I guess you could also be ashes but the point remains)…
This isn’t even just with finding a significant other. It’s also with friends. I used to hide away parts of me all the time because I didn’t feel like people would like the real me. When I started being myself, I realized I had so much more fun and not only that - people really appreciate it when you’re real. It means they can be real too. I can tell you from experience - nothing in the world feels better than coming home and realizing that you’re so goddamn weird - because that doesn’t matter. You know why? Because you have people who love you anyway.
Everyone’s broken; but together we’re priceless shards.
— Yasmin Mogahed (via ionlyfearallah)