“I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. ‘So,’ I tried to delicately ask, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?’ ‘Well,’ she responded, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?’”

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1 month ago with 159,681 notes via withheartnsoul


If you’re a Muslim and you choose to play dumb when it comes to ISIS and remain silent, then I will remind you of the same things you people have been saying in regards to Palestine and Israel. If you’re silent in times of injustice and oppression, then you have taken the side of the oppressor. Stop turning a blind eye, and stand up to this cancer that’s plaguing our region. 

1 month ago with 755 notes via fateem-eyat by aliofbabylon

“Welcome to Israel, where chanting “Death to Arabs” is democracy, running over children is equality, and firing on funerals is peace.”

Remi Kanazi

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1 month ago with 1,876 notes via akaili by remikanazi


Islamic calligraphy.

1 month ago with 714 notes via desi-things by antieverythingism


First time experiencing the rain.

1 month ago with 627,046 notes via misakiyasu by tatymaslany

“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”

Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living (via ethiopienne)

1 month ago with 8,566 notes via randomactsofchaos by larmoyante


Protesters wave a Palestinian flag and flowers during a sit-in protest against Israel’s military action in Gaza, at Rawshe Rock on the Mediterranean coast in Beirut on July 22, 2014. (Jamal Saidi/Reuters)

“Kufa is not a city but is the name of a silent nation. Whenever there is oppression and the nation remains silent, it becomes Kufa.”

Imam Zain al-Abideen (as)

1 month ago with 239 notes via kitaab-e-dil by yaseeneducation


Thoughts and prayers to all my brothers on the front lines in Iraq, fighting off foreign terrorists and traitors all while fasting in the brutal summer heat of Iraq. No one is protesting in solidarity with you. No hashtags. No banners. Despite all that I pray to God to keep you all standing strong, and to send those bearded rats to the depths of hell where they belong.

1 month ago with 395 notes via khatmal by aliofbabylon

“[They will be asked] What is [wrong] with you? Why do you not help each other?”

Qur’an 37:25 (via momnaaaa)

1 month ago with 1,014 notes via momnaaaa by hijabi-charm

“We Palestinians don’t talk about fear, we talk about death. Our rockets scare them; their rockets kill us. We have no bomb shelters, we have no sirens, we have nowhere we can take our children and keep them safe. They are scared. We are dying.”

Mohammed al-Khoudry, Palestinian farmer (via thebowspring)


Dozens of Palestinians acting as human shields stood on the roof of a house hit by an Israeli airstrike early this morning, hoping their presence would deter a second strike.

At least six of them were killed and about 25 wounded as the second Israeli airstrike was carried out.

The Israeli military had no immediate comment - probably busy thinking up how they will attempt to cover up this horrific attack.

(Photo: One of many airstrikes carried out by Israel on the densely populated Gaza Strip, July 8, 2014. Ibraheem Abu Mustafa)

1 month ago with 2,000 notes via industrialcracks by thebowspring

“Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.”

Immigrants. First generation.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

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