East Meets West.
You are made
out of comets
and stars.

Do not surround
yourself with those
that treat you like
dirt and dust.
Some people are bullets - others, bandages.
(via lipstick-bullet)

thepalestineyoudontknow:

#Speak2Alaa campaign 

Eleven year-old Alaa lost her 7-months pregnant mother along with her brother and another 8 of her family members in the recent Rafah massacre.

Alaa was urgently transferred from Gaza to Jerusalem for treatment but doctors are deeply concerned about her recovery were Alaa to find out about the fate of her mother whom she continuous to ask about.
Alaa had been told that her mother is receiving medical care in Egypt but she will soon be told the devastating truth. 

After a while , she was told that her pregnant mother, and her 3 -year old brother were killed in Rafah Massacre. 

This sensitive girl is seeing every picture and I’m reading every message you sent for her.. she smiles, she tears and wants to read more. 
What do you want to tell Alaa ? (Tarek Bakri talking who started the campaign)

 

In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.
Robert Brault  (via samirakhan)

I show you before the world,
Like a sword of jasmine,
Declaring my victory,
I show you before the unbelievers,
Like a holy book,
Before the illeterate, a poem,
Before the bedouinism peasants, a kingdom of marble.

I throw my passport in the sea,
And name you my country,
I throw all of my dictionnaries in the fire,
And name you my language,
And kill all the tribes kings,
And name you my queen,

I show you before July,
Like a promise of rain,
And before the birds,
Like a promise of trees,
And before the seagulls,
Like a promise of blue color,

And I go with the kids on a field trip,
Around your breasts,
So they can play with snowballs,
And hunt ducks,
And watch in nature,
The roundness of Earth,

I show you before the desert,
Like a palm tree,
And before the drieness, like a wheat spike,
And before darkness,
Like a golden candlestick.

Before the hungry, like bread,
Before the enslaved,
Like a freedom flag,
Show you before the ugliness,
Like a white dove,
And a water fountain, and a poetry book,

Show you before the arab police,
Like a song,
And before the arab petrol,
Like a perfume bottle,
And before the arab death,
Like a birth cheerfulness,

I declare before the woman flesh eaters,
That you’re my lover,
Then they would throw they’re teeth in the sea,
And cutt off they’re fingernails,
And wash off the blood from their clothes,
And enter the era of renaissance.

Nizar Qabbani, I show you in the face of ugliness, a poetry book. (via nizariat)

santatveit:

going back to school after a break is like when you pause a video game to go pee and when you come back you forget how intense and chaotic everything was when you paused it and the second you unpause it all your enemies collectively punch you in the face

fernn-weh:

shaywick:

Omg this is so sweet it brought tears to my eyes, the simple joys

My heart exploded

fernn-weh:

shaywick:

Omg this is so sweet it brought tears to my eyes, the simple joys

My heart exploded

Not once did Allah say ‘worry about it’ or ‘stress over it’
He said. ‘Trust me’.
(via its-dhikr-time)
blackfashion:

Ghanaian fabric all custom made by my mom ♥
Steph 20, Rubby 21, &  Abby 17
Submitted by: ladyabenaa.tumblr.com

blackfashion:

Ghanaian fabric all custom made by my mom ♥

Steph 20, Rubby 21, &  Abby 17

Submitted by: ladyabenaa.tumblr.com

modeststreetfashion:

Paris, France! Despite the ban on hijab in many places, you can still find courageous, stylish, and brilliant young ladies not only adorning themselves in what they believe, but also doing it in a style of their own!
By: Langston HuesParis, France
Please tag & share! #modeststreetfashion #modestfashion

modeststreetfashion:

Paris, France! Despite the ban on hijab in many places, you can still find courageous, stylish, and brilliant young ladies not only adorning themselves in what they believe, but also doing it in a style of their own!

By: Langston Hues
Paris, France

Please tag & share! 
#modeststreetfashion #modestfashion

humansofnewyork:

"My happiest moments were when my mom was still alive.""What’s your fondest memory of your mother?""One time when I was six years old, we went to pick up my father at the airport. On the way, my mother explained to me the concept of boarding a plane and taking a trip. And then while we waited for my father, we sat in a nearby restaurant, and we planned out all the imaginary trips that I wanted to go on."
(Nairobi, Kenya)

humansofnewyork:

"My happiest moments were when my mom was still alive."
"What’s your fondest memory of your mother?"
"One time when I was six years old, we went to pick up my father at the airport. On the way, my mother explained to me the concept of boarding a plane and taking a trip. And then while we waited for my father, we sat in a nearby restaurant, and we planned out all the imaginary trips that I wanted to go on."

(Nairobi, Kenya)

human:

alternate ending to tfios

omgggggggg i should not laugh but i can’t stop!

It is better for you to take responsibility for your life as it is, instead of blaming others, or circumstances, for your predicament. As your eyes open, you’ll see that your state of health, happiness, and every circumstance of your life has been, in large part, arranged by you — consciously or unconsciously.
Dan Millman  (via mindofataurus)