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@amselbilal
Land after land, city after city, street after street, Home is always changing. Frosty summer hues travel to harmony’s destination, Trains dip past nostalgia, to cloud-flecked catastrophe, The map to hope leads to a dead end.
-Amsel Bilal, Azamat Omuraliev, Claire Adler, Mostafa Irfan, Grace Morse
To every ficitonal love story, I say:
Guided by drumming hearts and
movies of soft kisses caressing pink skin,
I dreamt of midnight escapades with tinkering
bottles & messy sandwiches.
Love was alive within a heart that
knew not what love fed with.
Subtle senses of virgin breath fogged
the mirror of orange tears,
I believed it was to come:
Body warmth and murmuring
Hidden in monologues of Augustus,
Silence of Charlie & eyes
of every worded boy
clasped within the pages I read.
All unreal and yet manifested
a hope without life, a love
so unreal.
This love commanded me in flowers and
screaming reds, to say yes and
yes and yes again
to every smile received.
White privilege can also be hard…
THIS IS THE BEST VIDEO I’VE EVER SEEN
Dear God….
I am fucking dying omg
Eid AlAdha , Palestine.
Definition.
Heated eyebrows in sync with
those resting reds beneath noses.
I soothe the funnel of my heart in cryptic
messages; twenty six letters
curved and tested into confines of words and
call it poetry.
To release the reds in eyes, and
blue within lips of screaming efforts, and
greens in the fungus of my own brain,
I lash onto misery in rainbows and gardens and
call it poetry.
In romance of ugly waves and scribbled
white pieces and torn up, scrunched up
blank yet filled on its own papers,
I flex nimble fingers to draw in words.
I call it poetry.
- 8/13/16// Definition
She whispered smiles through her words And spoke to me of her favourite food, Her favourite colour, Her story. She grinned as she spoke aloud her happy moments And in those small instances, I could see her tired eyes sparkle, For someone to talk to Someone to share her own self with.
Give someone a reason to speak to you; you never know what you may learn.
This is one of the upcoming series of video portraits that reveal how one can connect with others through the simplest instances of life.
Please do share and spread the word!
(Translation to be uploaded soon)
hi I really hate to do this but to keep things short my mom kicked me out of the house and my dad went back on his word to take me in so now I have literally no where to go (or live). I’m a 19 year old gay latinx struggling with anxiety & depression and I was in the process of getting my life back together and now I feel like I’m back at step one. if you can donate anything at all or even just share this id greatly appreciate it!!
https://www.youcaring.com/lucas-garcia-584935
his parents literally said he doesnt practice at all he doesnt pray (which is mandatory for muslims) he isnt even fasting in ramadan (which is mandatory for muslims) and he was blatantly homophobic…. american media and politicians love pinning the blame on muslims so that they do not have to feel like part of the problem and because this, once again, is apparently a matter of religion so that they dont have to reexamine their own views on gun control or homophobia
sAY IT AGAIN FOR THE PEOPLE AT THE BACK
his parents literally said he doesnt practice at all he doesnt pray (which is mandatory for muslims) he isnt even fasting in ramadan (which is mandatory for muslims) and he was blatantly homophobic…. american media and politicians love pinning the blame on muslims so that they do not have to feel like part of the problem and because this, once again, is apparently a matter of religion so that they dont have to reexamine their own views on gun control or homophobia
This Indian Village Plants 111 Trees Every Time a Girl Is Born
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To those who present Islam as the sole oppressor of women
Dumbledore, notorious for giving second chances Dumbledore, let Sirius rot in Azkaban for twelve years.
He must have known Sirius well due to his time in the Order, he must have known what James meant to Sirius. Dumbledore was a member of the freaking Wizengamot yet he didn’t fight the Ministry’s horrifying trial-optional policy.
This is a man who took back Death Eater!Snape at his word, shielded him from prison, and employed him at a school for children.
But he didn’t have a use for Sirius, so he didn’t care about him.
I got 99 problems with Dumbledore and his treatment of Sirius Black accounts for like 64 of them.
To be honest, Albus Dumbledore is one of the most disturbing, terrifying characters I’ve ever found in a book, because he thought he was a good guy and so did everyone else and the books don’t really challenge it either (given that Harry forgives him for everything he did), but when you look between the lines he was profoundly, profoundly immoral and unethical.
A couple of months ago, I was talking about HP characters with a friend, and he said that Dumbledore was one of his least favorite characters of all time.
Naturally, this took me back a bit since he’s one of the heroes of the series, misguided as he was at times. Still, I was curious and asked my friend why he hated him. His answer still strikes a chord with me.
“There is never, ever a reason to leave a child in an abusive home. Never.”
Honestly I think that right there is why Dumbledore didn’t try and get Sirius at least a trail. Sirius had a legit claim on Harry. He even planned on getting Harry out of that place once he was cleared. If he was cleared when Harry was still a baby he would have fought for him. If Dumbledore said Harry had to stay with the Dursley’s for protection he would have fought. Even if Dumbledore convinced Sirius it was for the best Sirius would of said okay I’m moving in too. I’m not going to let these people hurt Harry in any way. Sirius grew up with abusive parents. Unless Sirius was seriously broken down, taken out of the picture, or there was literally no choice (being a wanted man) Sirius wouldn’t let this happen. Even as a wanted man he tried to mitigate what the Dursley’s did. Of course by that time the damage was done and encouraging this just helped Dumbledore’s cause or at the very least didn’t hurt it. But Dumbledore couldn’t have that. He needed someone starved for positive reinforcement, deprived of enough to not care if he didn’t have it but care that others don’t. He needed Harry to come to this world and see Dumbledore on this pedestal of perfection so Harry would want to follow Dumbledore with little reason (not his fault but probably why Hagrid was sent for Harry). He needed Harry to see this world worth so much more then him so no matter the age he’d die for them. He didn’t need a well adjusted child that felt like he was worth something. So it wasn’t just that Sirius didn’t have any use to Dumbledore. Sirius was counterproductive to his plans. Without Sirius there was no one that would claim Harry if Dumbledore said this was for the best. The closest is Lupin but even if for a second he did Dumbledore could easily talk him out of it (is it really worth the risk without a second person there/and what if the ministry/public start digging and realize you are a werewolf). If someone told me Dumbledore suspected more but kept quiet and let am innocent man go to that horrible prison I’d believe it. Dumbledore saw himself as a necessary evil for the side of good and this would fit.
Groomed to Perfection
She is 17 and her mother is screaming at her
For she is not as graceful as her friends
Or as thin as her cousins.
She is not groomed to perfection
She is 17 and class valedictorian shines by her name
For the fifth time in a row
Yet her mother screams at her
For she is not groomed to perfection
She is 17 and her mother continues yelling
For she does not know how to cook food
Or make her hair every day
Or rest assured, have hairless arms and legs
Sadly, She is not groomed to perfection
She is 17 and she was just accepted into a prestigious internship
But she will not go
For she has to go to grooming school
As she was not groomed to perfection
And there she will learn how to make food
And dress up everyday
There she will try to lose weight to look pretty
There she will doll up in every way
There she will be groomed to perfection
There she will lose, her passion for success
There she will worry about her weight and not her grades
There she will forget her passion of one day becoming an author
There she will look towards cooking, waxing and dressing up.
There she will be groomed to perfection.
-A.Bilal
With the Loss of an Insane
She had spent years without much love to her And days locked in her room And as she sat on the dinner table She thought of a world without her She realized the sun would still rise the next day And the stars would shine the same And how life would go on for the living And how no tear would fall for the loss of an insane
She pondered as she ate her dinner What would happen if she ate no more? Builders would still willingly build And mothers would still share their love to their core And life would go on as always So her question remained the same How would the world go about, With the loss of one insane?
She chewed her food and tasted salty tears And bent her head low to hide her face And thought what would the world become If it’s ridden of such disgrace People would still have profits And stories would still be told And trophies would still be won And treasure would still be sold So who would the world worry to blame For the riddance of one disdainful shame The poets would still continue their rhyme And songs would still be sung So what’s the use of living When you pull the rope to be hung
So she stepped away from the dinner table And looked at those she called family And looked outside to see a beautiful night And looked at the neighbours sitting happily And with one last look at all of these She swept into her room once again With one loud thump, heard till across the town No one heard from her again.
But where she went wrong was her calculated mistake. The sun did rise but everyday was a darkness And the poets did rhyme but their poems seemed tasteless And days did go by, but each hour became agony And the world suffered And the world cried.
Not one tear was shed, but many in pain. The world had lost its precious- precious insane.
-A.Bilal
when yr coworkers buy you a bad holiday present
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eid mubarak and happy holidays to all who celebrate~ (im a day late since yesterday i was busy with family celebration)
Kaleidoscope of Echoes
She takes hold of my hand as my eyes dissolve the forest’s colours into curtained darkness. She runs my fingers through the mahogany trunk and I breathe in its brown aroma. She guides me into the lake’s waves of dulcet blue, singing in my ears. She then rests my hand on the soft dew of wild lilies as their pink fragrance engulfs my nostrils. Slowly, my senses wake to the sound, feel and scent of each colour. While my eyes still remain cursed with blindness by birth, the black forest now becomes a beautiful array of bluish green hues.
-A.Bilal
It is MY passion; MY drop of love. It is MINE. You have no right to take it away from me
A.Bilal (via stainsofpoetry)
