Oh. So. Britain agrees. We DID use to be Palestine. Before they gave away land that wasnt even theirs lolz.
Some minds just never leave high school.
Their bodies grow. Their degrees become stacks upon stacks. They become more “educated.”
But their compassion for others? At a high school level.
I’m trying to lead a fulfilling life and being a part of this nonsense isn’t a part of it. Now tinker off and find some neon clothes to wear and drama to stir - elsewhere.
My most used du’aa this entire school year.
(via mercyoverwrath)
As well as meaning this world, “dunya” means “to reach out for grapes that you’ll never grasp”.
Just as the nature of this life is. Reaching for something we can never have, permanently. If I’ma do work it’s gonna be for the right & most productive of reasons.
God in, dunya out.
Momma.
Everybody thinks their momma is amazing. All mothers make sacrifices for their offspring, and they all deserve love, respect, and never ending gratitude for all that they do.
My momma? I hate to be cliche, but I quite literally would have no idea what to do without her. She is one of my guiding stars. She always has been. The funny thing is that she had the most hands off method of raising me and my brothers. She wasn’t stern, and she wasn’t a coddler either. I guess you could say we were neutral territory to her.
See, my mom had me pretty young. I’m already older than she was when she had me, and the thought of having a child or even being married terrifies me. She was thrown into a completely different world, just when I was a year old. From Kuwait to Boondocks, Texas. She found herself in the biggest clash of cultures you’ve ever seen. But she made the best of it. She didn’t know a word of English, but learned with me. We learned a lot together, and I guess that’s why a lot of the times I feel like she is a damn good buddy I’ve had for a very long time.
Talking to my mother is always interesting. She rarely asks me about school, but mostly asks me about me. That’s something I love. We’ve never had to fill ourselves with small talk. It’s not that she doesn’t care, she just cares about the bigger picture. And I guess I love that about her. I guess I am the opposite. I am so analytical, so logical… she just… is. Without any reservations, any hesitations… she is herself, unabashed, unapologetic. She is loved, forever and always.
A quick note on my second mama, who has no choice in the matter, Amooleh. She reassures me that kind hearted, judgment free, fun loving, hilarious, all around amazing people still exist. She is a revolutionary, with the biggest heart and even bigger mind. Although her cooking sometimes can send people to the fishes, I’m one of the few who still eats it just because I love her. That’s true love.
I don’t know much. What I do know, though, is that no guilty, morally declined person would put themselves on a hunger strike for months at a time. No. The only people that can do that are people with courage, people that have no evidence against them of being a threat except for their names and their birthplace, people who believe in their cause, people who only have one thing on their mind - freedom. Think about it.
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Ludicrous price tag. Beautifully crafted, Hermes.
There’s this peculiar stance on love I see floating around these days.
It goes like this:
Love is knowing everything about that person. Love is constant talking, constant texting, constant constant constant. Love is obsession. Love is not talking about anything but the person you’re in love with. Love is losing yourself in that person. Love is living to please that person and that person only.
Kids. That’s creepy. It’s a mutualistic version of stalking. Stop it.
My favorite shot I’ve ever taken. On my iPhone.
This was in Um Qais, Jordan. Roman ruins overlooking the Tabariyeh/Sea of Galilee and Golan Heights. This man was adorable.
“ Now usually I’m a big fandom reblogger, but every once in a while I feel the need to say something serious.”
I don’t know about y’all, but with NC’s ban on gay marriage and Obama’s recent comments, this issue has been flooding my social media more than usual. I’m not one to use fb as a soapbox because that’s why I got a tumblr…and for all my fandoms.
Anyway, it seems to me like there’s this recent consensus that you can’t be a ‘true Christian’ and an Obama supporter because of what he said about gay marriage.
A former teacher of mine posed the question ‘Is Obama’s support of gay marriage enough for you to rethink your voting position?’ Overwhelmingly, people responded.
Someone said “By declaring he is a Christian, yet denying Christianity’s most essential truths and traditional morality, Obama is associating Christ with some of the most wicked practices imaginable, all of which are condemned in the Bible.” This person wasn’t the only one who felt this way.
Now hold up. I missed the logic where something referenced only a handful of times in the hundreds of pages of the Bible became a ‘most essential truth.’ Last time I checked, homosexuality wasn’t even addressed in the Ten Commandments.
Now I’m just a simple Christian who claims NO authority, but it makes me sad and shamed when I think of how so many are using Christian ‘essential truths’ to oppress people. I think about how when we read about the Holocaust or segregation in school, even as children it seemed so incomprehensible and disgusting that people once thought that way not so long ago. That’s exactly what our kids are going to think. The Holy Bible also condemns drinking, women uncovering their heads, wearing clothing of two materials…and check it, the Ten Commandments pretty much tells you to not work on the sabbath. Oh, that’s right, we still do all of those things. Why? It’s not practical? But sure, telling people they can’t go to the courthouse and get a piece of paper and legal rights is totally practical.
I’m not even going to go into depth that the ‘sanctity of marriage’ argument was already spiraling down the crapper when our divorce rates surpassed 50%. I’m also going to avoid pointing specific fingers at the media exploitation and degradation of marriage and other moral values in this country.
There’s so many issues that are more important right now - and yet no issue is as important because this is a human rights issue. Back to the essential truths of Christianity. Check how many times peace and ‘love one another,’ and ‘serve one another’ are direct commands from God in the Bible. Isn’t “God is love” the one defining, eternally groundbreaking tenet of our faith? I’m a Christian and I’m an American. Because I am a Christian and because I am American and I believe in Christian and American ideals, I support gay marriage.
I leave you with this, a poem written by pastor Martin Niemoller about the inaction of the German people while the Nazis oppressed millions. First they came for the communists,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a communist. Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a Jew. Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.
Short note on acceptance.
As I start to find more and more gray hairs on my head (hey, I’m not old enough to have to deny them… they’re kind of in that COOL! I’m an adult! phase except it’s actually really depressing), I realize that so many things that used to matter to me, even 6 months ago, really don’t anymore.
The important things, of course, remain. But things like acceptance from people? Very little. I think we all worry about that, subconsciously, and it takes a great deal to get over that and realize that it won’t really get you anywhere.
What will, though? Is seeking the acceptance of my Lord. As much as I appreciate and enjoy this life, I’d rather spend my time pleasing the one I will return to ultimately, rather than people who will never care for me as much as he does.
Trying so hard to preserve our status in the society is a dangerous game. We might even lose the acceptance in front of Allah. And that terrifies me. Not a trade off I am willing to make.
“When Allah loves a person, he calles Jibreel (AS) and says: ‘I love so and so, so love him.’ So Jibreel loves him, and then he calls out to the people of heaven and says ‘Allah loves so and so, so love him.’ So the people on heaven love him and he finds acceptance on earth.”
Anonymous asked: What have you done to get your heart back to Palestine and to get Palestine back to its rightful owners? I know your heart aches, but at the end of the day, an aching heart is an aching heart, ache all you want but nothing with happen to get you home unless you do something about it. Not saying that you don't do anything but just a friendly reminder
I appreciate this. Messages like these are why I am always hesitant about pouring my heart out onto Tumblr, though. Regardless of how people say they don’t judge you, they generally ultimately do. Along with that is coming to assumption. You don’t know me. Or my plans. These are just my thoughts poured out into words to maybe articulate 1% of my feelings about falasteen. I intend, 100% to do something about my aching heart. I just can’t do it right now, but insha’Allah very soon :) Thank you for the reminder, just don’t assume I need one until you’ve actually spoken with me on the subject. Then you’d know.
I also must add that writing about Palestine and ones feelings towards it is, in it’s own way, a form of getting my heart back to Palestine.
