hi! I think this was you, but if not apologies - I vaguely remember you ordered glasses online and had a good experience, do you remember which site you ordered them from? also if you or any of your followers have experience with ordering high prescription glasses specifically I'd really appreciate it! (I just found out one of my eyes went up a whole number in two years (yikes) and insurance will cover a pair every three. whee.)
Sorry to hear that about your insurance! And your eyes.
I've bought glasses from both Zenni and Glasses USA--though word of caution about Zenni, if you've got a nickel allergy, avoid their metal frames. The coating wears down fairly quickly on them, so now I only buy plastic/acetate from Zenni to avoid any unfortunate face rashes :)
If you have a complicated prescription, I will always advise caution with online retailers. Some people have very good experience with them, but a great many people that have astigmatism or presbyopia are extremely dissatisfied with their purchases the next time they sit across the desk from me after their annual eye exam.
That said, I’ve found glassesshop.com to be serviceable as far as lenses, coatings, and pricing goes. Zenni is alright HOWEVER their frames tend to run large and that’s going to be a problem for someone with a high prescription. The more surface area the blank needs to fill, the thicker the lens is going to look. I saw someone recommend Warby Parker, and I’d second that recommendation for a high RX. Warbies tend to run small, and that’s going to serve you better if you have a ton of correction.
I would also say that with a large jump in correction, be prepared for weirdness. When your prescription changes a lot, it takes your eyes a second to adapt to that! Please wear the glasses for at least three days before you freak out about the new prescription feeling wrong! We can’t do a lot without knowing whether or not you would have adapted to the change!
a collection of books that i recommend to anyone, but especially to muslim women. there are three categories: fiction, non-fiction and poetry. the authors are all muslim and this list has multiple racial and ethnic identities so i hope many muslim women feel represented in this list :”) feel free to reblog with your own recs!
disclaimer: i haven’t read all of these books, a few of them are on my tbr! i will keep updating this list as i read and find more
FICTION
The Kindness of Enemies by Leila Aboulela
It’s 2010 and Natasha, a half Russian, half Sudanese professor of history, is researching the life of Imam Shamil, the 19th century Muslim leader who led the anti-Russian resistance in the Caucasian War. When shy, single Natasha discovers that her star student, Oz, is not only descended from the warrior but also possesses Shamil’s priceless sword, the Imam’s story comes vividly to life. As Natasha’s relationship with Oz and his alluring actress mother intensifies, Natasha is forced to confront issues she had long tried to avoid—that of her Muslim heritage. When Oz is suddenly arrested at his home one morning, Natasha realizes that everything she values stands in jeopardy.
Hana Khan Carries On by Uzma Jalaluddin
Sales are slow at Three Sisters Biryani Poutine, the only halal restaurant in the close-knit Golden Crescent neighbourhood. Hana waitresses there part time, but what she really wants is to tell stories on the radio. If she can just outshine her fellow intern at the city radio station, she may have a chance at landing a job. In the meantime, Hana pours her thoughts and dreams into a podcast, where she forms a lively relationship with one of her listeners. But soon she’ll need all the support she can get: a new competing restaurant, a more upscale halal place, is about to open in the Golden Crescent, threatening Three Sisters.
When her mysterious aunt and her teenage cousin arrive from India for a surprise visit, they draw Hana into a long-buried family secret. A hate-motivated attack on their neighbourhood complicates the situation further, as does Hana’s growing attraction for Aydin, the young owner of the rival restaurant—who might not be a complete stranger after all.
As life on the Golden Crescent unravels, Hana must learn to use her voice, draw on the strength of her community and decide what her future should be.
Everything Good Will Come by Sefi Atta
It is 1971, a year after the Biafran War, and Nigeria is under military rule—though the politics of the state matter less than those of her home to Enitan Taiwo, an eleven-year-old girl tired of waiting for school to start. Will her mother, who has become deeply religious since the death of Taiwo's brother, allow her friendship with the new girl next door, the brash and beautiful Sheri Bakare? Everything Good Will Come charts the fate of these two African girls, one born of privilege and the other, a lower class "half-caste"; one who is prepared to manipulate the traditional system while the other attempts to defy it.
Accidentally Engaged by Farah Heron
Reena Manji doesn’t love her career, her single status, and most of all, her family inserting themselves into every detail of her life. But when caring for her precious sourdough starters, Reena can drown it all out. At least until her father moves his newest employee across the hall--with hopes that Reena will marry him.
But Nadim’s not like the other Muslim bachelors-du-jour that her parents have dug up. If the Captain America body and the British accent weren’t enough, the man appears to love eating her bread creations as much as she loves making them. She sure as hell would never marry a man who works for her father, but friendship with a neighbor is okay, right? And when Reena’s career takes a nosedive, Nadim happily agrees to fake an engagement so they can enter a couples video cooking contest to win the artisan bread course of her dreams.
As cooking at home together brings them closer, things turn physical, but Reena isn’t worried. She knows Nadim is keeping secrets, but it’s fine— secrets are always on the menu where her family is concerned. And her heart is protected… she’s not marrying the man. But even secrets kept for self preservation have a way of getting out, especially when meddling parents and gossiping families are involved.
Ayesha At Last by Uzma Jalaluddin
A modern-day Muslim Pride and Prejudice for a new generation of love.
Ayesha Shamsi has a lot going on. Her dreams of being a poet have been set aside for a teaching job so she can pay off her debts to her wealthy uncle. She lives with her boisterous Muslim family and is always being reminded that her flighty younger cousin, Hafsa, is close to rejecting her one hundredth marriage proposal. Though Ayesha is lonely, she doesn't want an arranged marriage. Then she meets Khalid, who is just as smart and handsome as he is conservative and judgmental. She is irritatingly attracted to someone who looks down on her choices and who dresses like he belongs in the seventh century.
When a surprise engagement is announced between Khalid and Hafsa, Ayesha is torn between how she feels about the straightforward Khalid and the unsettling new gossip she hears about his family. Looking into the rumors, she finds she has to deal with not only what she discovers about Khalid, but also the truth she realizes about herself.
The Wrath and the Dawn by Renée Ahdieh
In a land ruled by a murderous boy-king, each dawn brings heartache to a new family. Khalid, the eighteen-year-old Caliph of Khorasan, is a monster. Each night he takes a new bride only to have a silk cord wrapped around her throat come morning. When sixteen-year-old Shahrzad's dearest friend falls victim to Khalid, Shahrzad vows vengeance and volunteers to be his next bride. Shahrzad is determined not only to stay alive, but to end the caliph's reign of terror once and for all.
Night after night, Shahrzad beguiles Khalid, weaving stories that enchant, ensuring her survival, though she knows each dawn could be her last. But something she never expected begins to happen: Khalid is nothing like what she'd imagined him to be. This monster is a boy with a tormented heart. Incredibly, Shahrzad finds herself falling in love. How is this possible? It's an unforgivable betrayal. Still, Shahrzad has come to understand all is not as it seems in this palace of marble and stone. She resolves to uncover whatever secrets lurk and, despite her love, be ready to take Khalid's life as retribution for the many lives he's stolen. Can their love survive this world of stories and secrets?
Mirage by Somaiya Daud
In a star system dominated by the brutal Vathek empire, eighteen-year-old Amani is a dreamer. She dreams of what life was like before the occupation; she dreams of writing poetry like the old-world poems she adores; she dreams of receiving a sign from Dihya that one day, she, too, will have adventure, and travel beyond her isolated moon.
But when adventure comes for Amani, it is not what she expects: she is kidnapped by the regime and taken in secret to the royal palace, where she discovers that she is nearly identical to the cruel half-Vathek Princess Maram. The princess is so hated by her conquered people that she requires a body double, someone to appear in public as Maram, ready to die in her place.
As Amani is forced into her new role, she can’t help but enjoy the palace’s beauty—and her time with the princess’ fiancé, Idris. But the glitter of the royal court belies a world of violence and fear. If Amani ever wishes to see her family again, she must play the princess to perfection...because one wrong move could lead to her death.
The Inheritance by Sahar Khalifeh
In this powerful novel, acclaimed Palestinian author Sahar Khalifeh examines the stark realities in the lives of Palestinian women. Through her protagonist, Zeynab, born to an American mother and a Palestinian father, Khalifeh illuminates the disorienting experience of living between two worlds, and the search for identity that mirrors the Palestinians' own quest for nationhood. Set against the emotionally charged background of the early 1990s when the Gulf War and the Oslo Accords fundamentally shifted the political landscape The Inheritance takes as its subject the fate of young Palestinian women who supported their families for decades working elsewhere in the Middle East. In vivid prose, Khalifeh traces the disruption caused by the Gulf War on the life of these women, as Zeynab returns to her homeland and tries to adapt to her new life on the West Bank after years spent in Kuwait.
In her previous novels, Sahar Khalifeh has established herself as the premier female novelist of the Palestinian diaspora; with The Inheritance, she breaks new ground in giving voice to these Palestinian women and their return from economic exile. With its critical portrayal of the Palestinian Authority, its mistakes, and limitations, The Inheritance offers a surprising look at the realities of Palestinian life and society. As the story of an immigrant torn between two cultures and struggling to adapt to both, Zeynab's tale touches on universal themes that will resonate with readers everywhere.
NON-FICTION
Unashamed: Musings of a Fat, Black Muslim
Ever since she was little, Leah Vernon was told what to believe and how to act. There wasn't any room for imperfection. Good Muslim girls listened more than they spoke. They didn't have a missing father or a mother with mental illness. They didn't have fat bodies or grow up wishing they could be like the white characters they saw on TV. They didn't have husbands who abused and cheated on them. They certainly didn't have secret abortions. In Unashamed, Vernon takes to task the myth of the perfect Muslim woman with frank dispatches on her love-hate relationship with her hijab and her faith, race, weight, mental illness, domestic violence, sexuality, the millennial world of dating, and the process of finding her voice.
She opens up about her tumultuous adolescence living at the poverty line with her fiercely loving but troubled mother, her deadbeat dad, and her siblings, and the violent dissolution of her 10-year marriage. Tired of the constant policing of her clothing in the name of Islam and Western beauty standards, Vernon reflects on her experiences with hustling paycheck to paycheck, body-shaming, and redefining what it means to be a "good" Muslim.
POETRY
The January Children by Safia Elhillo
In her dedication Safia Elhillo writes, “The January Children are the generation born in Sudan under British occupation, where children were assigned birth years by height, all given the birth date January 1.” What follows is a deeply personal collection of poems that describe the experience of navigating the postcolonial world as a stranger in one’s own land.
The January Children depicts displacement and longing while also questioning accepted truths about geography, history, nationhood, and home. The poems mythologize family histories until they break open, using them to explore aspects of Sudan’s history of colonial occupation, dictatorship, and diaspora. Several of the poems speak to the late Egyptian singer Abdelhalim Hafez, who addressed many of his songs to the asmarani—an Arabic term of endearment for a brown-skinned or dark-skinned person. Elhillo explores Arabness and Africanness and the tensions generated by a hyphenated identity in those two worlds.
No longer content to accept manmade borders, Elhillo navigates a new and reimagined world. Maintaining a sense of wonder in multiple landscapes and mindscapes of perpetually shifting values, she leads the reader through a postcolonial narrative that is equally terrifying and tender, melancholy and defiant.
The Kitchen Dweller’s Testimony
Winner of the Sillerman First Book Prize for African Poets, The Kitchen-Dweller’s Testimony asks: Whose testimony is valid? Whose testimony is worth recording? Osman’s speakers, who are almost always women, assert and reassert in an attempt to establish authority, often through persistent questioning. Specters of race, displacement, and colonialism are often present in her work, providing momentum for speakers to reach beyond their primary, apparent dimensions and better communicate. The Kitchen-Dweller’s Testimony is about love and longing, divorce, distilled desire, and all the ways we injure ourselves and one another.
I won’t lie, the way everyone talked about Sir Terry Pratchett made it seem like he was alive, I literally just found out he died 5 years ago. I guess the saying “memories keep people alive” was very true for Terry Pratchet. Huh.
Bless. GNU is something from the Discworld books that Terry came up with (I’m quoting the Guardian here):
Pratchett’s 33rd Discworld novel, Going Postal, tells of the creation of an internet-like system of communication towers called “the clacks”. When John Dearheart, the son of its inventor, is murdered, a piece of code is written called “GNU John Dearheart” to echo his name up and down the lines. “G” means that the message must be passed on, “N” means “not logged”, and “U” means the message should be turned around at the end of a line. . . . The code causes Dearheart’s name to be repeated indefinitely throughout the system, because: “A man is not dead while his name is still spoken.”
https://www.theguardian.com/books/shortcuts/2015/mar/17/terry-pratchetts-name-lives-on-in-the-clacks-with-hidden-web-code
While we GNU Terry Pratchett, he goes on infinitely.
It is so so important to show that queer people have always existed and are allowed to live long, happy lives. Young queer people–especially those in conservative areas–need to know that being queer is not a death sentence. Despite the many struggles we have faced, throughout history there have always been queer lives filled with joy and love. and you will find yours.
I dont really like making rebloggable posts but I haven’t seen anyone mention them yet: terracotta heaters are really easy and effective DYI heaters for cold emergencies and I think it might be helpful considering, you know
TDLR, place a candle of any size down, and put a terracotta pot (as large as possible preferably) over it, with something non-flammable and balanced to keep the bottom an inch or two off the ground, like bricks.
The candle will heat the terracotta, which will put off heat, while the space underneath lets smoke out and oxygen in. I’ve used these all 3 times we had outages here in Maine during blizzards to keep my aquariums warm, the weather outside had been easily -20 F with high winds, and not only was I cozy, that shit kept the water 10 degrees above room temperature. If it can heat the aquariums, it’ll heat a small room.
They work so much better than you’d think, the heat they put off is insane. Obviously be careful because smoke and open flame, but they’re very easy to make and just need an eye kept on them on all times.
Don’t touch the heated pot bare-handed, it’ll burn like a motherfucker, they get VERY hot. Use thick oven mitts or layered rags to remove pot, put the candle out first if you can manage. Don’t do more than one or two in a non-ventilated or closed room, it’s still making smoke and that can make it harder to breathe.
[ID: Two bricks are laid flat, two bricks are stacked on top on their sides. A candle is in a jar inbetween and is lit. A large terracotta pot is balanced on the second, higher set of bricks so it is above the candle and off the ground. End Id]
I think an extremely important part of mental health awareness and intervention is acknowledging that no, help isn't actually always available. Or the "help" that is, isn't actually helpful.
When I was 22 I hit a wall. I called the suicide hotline from my car so my roommates wouldn't hear me crying. I explained that I could barely shower, feed, or dress myself. I needed immediate intervention.
They asked me if they could send an ambulance for me. They wanted to hospitalize me. I explained that I was a week away from finals. And graduation. If I were hospitalized, I couldn't graduate. The inpatient program also didn't allow phones or visitors, and I knew how disastrous it would be for me to lose contact with my family support system.
I didn't need to be hospitalized. I needed daily solutions. Simple ones, even. I needed a few precooked meals in my fridge so I could use my menial energy to keep my body going. I needed a doctor to contact my school and ask if I could have some extensions on my class assignments. I needed a few excused absences so I could catch up on my lost sleep.
They told me there was an intensive program that allowed residents to live in an inpatient care facility and get daily help with tasks like eating, therapy, medication, and showering, while still leaving for work and school, but it cost $30,000. I told them half the reason I was calling them was because of my financial pressures and fear.
In about 10 minutes of back-and-forth, it became clear that they had no true solution for me. I could go into the hospital and an inpatient program which would interrupt my entire life, and which I knew did not create very good results and had traumatized some of my own friends, or, well, I couldn't even go into debt for the other program. They didn't accept any new patients without half of the cost upfront. So it wasn't even an option.
No therapist or psychiatrists or social workers could fit me in for 3-8 weeks.
So I said thank you and hung up, emotionally spent. I felt utterly empty.
Sitting in my car I realized I had a choice, to live or to stop. Nobody was going to save me. Nobody was going to help.
So I went inside, and I cried myself to sleep, and when I woke up I still hadn't made a choice. So then I did. I chose to live no matter how terrible, just in case things turned around down the road.
It was unspeakably difficult. I didn't shower. I barely ate. I either slept too much or not enough.
But I did survive, and a year later I got with a therapist who started to make things a little lighter for me.
I still struggle now, but things are usually much better, and I'm glad I'm still here.
I just think it's important to acknowledge that for many people, especially in rural areas, and for people without money, which is most people, that the "help is always available" line feels hollow. Because often times it isn't, actually.
But that doesn't mean there will never be.
Overall, we need to build an entirely new system for mental health support in this world.
But for now, ask yourself or your friend in crisis what might make things a little more bearable until help actually is available.
A meal? Emailing a professor? Clean laundry? What might make things a little lighter?
I know that on the very brink, things like this may seem totally pointless or trivial. But if you can't stop yourself or someone else from falling, sometimes the only way to save someone is with a softer landing.
the algorithm is so fucking busted holy shit. It still feels fake cuz i just had a twitch stream with my usual 15 person audience and then i swap over to tiktok to look at a combination of ridiculous numbers and reams of people berating me for bringing this into the world
awesome possum, even with the work i've had done on my mouth to repair the damage after the assault and everything, it looks like it's still too little too late and i'm going to have to get them all ripped out and replaced with dentures. fuck. this is just... so much more than i can even think about right now, but my shitty medicaid is still gonna leave me with like at least 2 or 3 thousand to cover out of pocket if not much more and like, i really miss eating solid food and being able to open my mouth in public, and i'm kinda tired of being in like burning visceral agony all the time so i don't really have many options here and i gotta get this figured out. i'm gonna have another appointment in like a week to work out more specific numbers and appointment dates and stuff but right now i desperately need to start raising money for this. fuck. even if i could just get literally a dollar or two from half of my followers, that would get me where i'm trying to get for this. please. i'm so fucking desperate to finally have this whole fucking thing just over with, even if it's only possible through getting them all ripped out. i don't care anymore i'm just so fucking sick of my mouth hurting and not being able to eat and this post is probably rally badly written and rambling but i just left the dentist and i'm trying really hard to not start sobbing at the bus stop and everything is overwhelming right now
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literally anything helps
tldr got my teeth smashed in from transphobic asshole, fixing didn't work and now we have to extract them all and i desperately need to raise money for it, don't have the exact total of what my deductible will be for it but i'm aiming for at least 2500 right now to start 💜
One can bet against the future value of a company’s stock. A couple of very large investment firms bet that GameStop’s stock would be at or below a certain low level. Perhaps this was some standard amoral investor machination, but they were surely doing harm to the company for money by insisting through the power of their opinion – because the value of any stock is based entirely on the opinion of the investor – that GameStop stock is cheap.
So Reddit gets wind of this.
They think, “fuck capitalism, let’s set some Boomer wealth on fire while also saving GameStop from hedge fund depredation.” So, en masse, they take their $600 stimulus checks, run them through a free-stock-trade app, and buy as much GameStop stock as they can for as much as they can.
This drives up the price of all GameStop stock.
This obliterates the money of investors who had invested in the idea that GameStop’s stock price will be below a certain level at a certain period.
And so:
It’s hilarious. It’s turning the legalized gambling of Wall Street stock market manipulation against it.
Okay important note here - short selling isn’t inherently bad. A lot of times it’s actually makes stock prices more accurate, because usually it’s in response to some information that gets released publicly (like lower sales figures) and the stock price hasn’t adjusted appropriately yet - in some ways it helps shed light on the true value of a stock. It’s basically betting - a Casino but wall street if you will (with the caveat that at it’s worst betting does involved some manipulation of the results by bad actors).
A primer on stocks: When you’re buying a stock (or equity as they call it), you’re actually buying a little piece of ownership in a company. As an owner in this capitalistic system we live in, you’re entitled to a certain % of a companies profits based on how much you own. The price of a stock is whatever the long-term value of a stock is in total (perpetuity) - ie if the stock is $20/share that means that in the very long run you’ll get $20 in profit from the company.
I honestly love this GameStop thing because basically this was a huge wealth transfer from hedge funds to individual investors - once the price is high enough, the short sellers nope out because they know they’ve bet wrong, and they buy the stock back at a higher price (mostly from the individual investors doing this thing). Eventually the price of Gamestop will go down again, but the hedge fund wealth transfer will have already happened.
However, the most important point in this is in terms of scale - $5B is actually not super crippling to hedge funds - it’s actually a very small amount of their total portfolio. In the long run most of them will be fine and making money hand over fist. But reading the stories of the people who cashed out being able to afford healthcare, surgeries, rent, etc from doing this that otherwise wouldn’t have been able to do that is heartening. It is an argument in favor of a wealth tax, higher taxes on capital gains, etc, whatever you call it - this huge wealth transfer helped so so many people and really didn’t affect the rich. Imagine if we were able to do this on a much larger scale, through idk, taxes maybe. We can literally change the rules to make peoples lives better.
No, we get paid the remainder of the money we earned in the classroom that we asked to be saved for us so we had a means of survival during our 6 weeks of forced unemployment during which we are still expected to do work from home unpaid
this honestly NEVER occurred to me until i actually had a friend who teaches, and it makes me REALLY mad at all the people who told me otherwise in order to vilify hard working teachers
Even if we got paid “six weeks for not working” do people not realize the amount of money we put in to our own class rooms, how most teachers are responsible for tearing down and putting back up their own rooms. How we have trainings and things we MUST do and if you work in a public setting it’s normally only done over the summer. Teachers never ever stop working, not even when they retire.
My girlfriends mom use to work with a bunch of wonderful teachers and most of them do volunteer work now in libraries and schools and are retired now.
I wish people would stop promoting this stigma that teaching is this glamor high paid job. You did it for the love of bettering the next generation, the paycheck wouldn’t keep Most around for shit other wise.
every single one of my teachers has said “there are so many other things i could be doing if i wanted money.” or “I do this for the students, we barely get paid.”
Exactly. But the main problem is that while it is an incredibly noble profession (at least in theory), nobility isn’t an accepted form of capital. Walmart won’t take nobility in exchange for the TV dinners I eat every night. Belk doesn’t list their professional clothing prices in units of self sacrifice. My landlord, while a very nice man, cannot accept a check for 500 Good Boy Points.
It’s in the best interests of the public to ensure that teachers CAN focus on their students instead of worrying about their own livelihood every night, or at the very least acknowledge it.
What is the conversion rate of nobility and self sacrifice points into US dollars? I have doctor’s bills to pay and student loan debt and pets to support.
