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zohair - queer - pakistani - they/them Insta: z_ohair

[goawaygora-blog]

Things brown/south asian tumblr will probably never address:

Antiblackness that actually involves the input of black south asians & black people in general

Ignoring the fact that South Asia is comprised of 8 countries: Afghanistan, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, India, Maldives, and Sri Lanka.

Lack or complete ignorance of north east indian culture and peoples.

Cultural hegemony India tends to have over representing South Asia

Discussion of caste which doesn’t reduce it down to an old practice that doesn’t actively shape an individual’s life in a variety of ways that are not exclusive to socioeconomic struggles.

How the discussion of the South Asian diaspora focuses mainly on those living in the West.

Hindutva

Steve McCurry making a name for himself off of the exploitation and exotification of South Asian faces and bodies (see: Sharbat Gula: known globally merely as “The Afghan Girl”

Ignorance of the issues Adivasi peoples face across South Asia.

Exploitation of the bodies of South Asian women for surrogacy by Westerners.

Savarna appropriation of Avarna arts redeeming it anew with culture now that it’s been mutilated by forward castes. (ie: Appropriation of Sadir into modern day Bharatnatyam)

The creation of good and bad brown/south asian dichotomy in the West Post 9/11 (ie: Indian peoples are characterized/seen as intelligent spiritual peaceful people while Pakistani and Afghani peoples are characterized/seen as violent terrorists or oppressed women who are labeled under islamophobic terms such as “radical muslim”

The lack of discussion about the South Asian diaspora in the Caribbean and South America.

Discrimination against Black African students living in South Asia.

Portrayal of Hinduism & Buddhism as peaceful religions while Islam is portrayed as violent and backwards.

Complete ignorance or writing off of Southern & Northeast Indian cultures by North Indians and Northern South Asians alike as not being authentically Indian or only discussing it when talking about the different regions of India.

Shadeism

How Bollywood has stolen, appropriated, and made racist caricatures of Indians and Non-Indians who are not Savarna North Indians. (See: Chennai Express, blackface meant to represent native Hawaiian peoples seen in the Hawa Hawai song in Mr. India, Shekhar Kapur’s Bandit Queen, etc)

Misogyny and sexual violence against Dalit women.

Erasure of brown skin in South Asian media, replacing brown skinned South Asian women with extremely light skinned South Asian or white women calling them the ideal faces of South Asian womanhood and beauty.

Feel free to add to this

[zoh-air]

noor (light)

bismillah he has filled me with his noor multiple times tonight allah hu akbar he is inside of me most of the time subanhallah this poem is not about allah mashallah his presence is big allahhafiz your noor is all over my lips and I am late for juma

[zoh-air]

cliffs

falling I am falling through a nucleus dipped into its heart and pulled back up by the strings of my khala's (aunt's) pashmina reality is pulling me back up to land pulled back up with the intention to live I am hanging off a cliff and looking below my feet I am my mother in many ways so why is it when I look under these feet jannah (heaven) is not below these feet I'm not too sure about how I feel about falling anymore but I hope when I do I want to land in of the arms ghulams (male versions of hoors) a phalus dripping with noor (light) noor dripping with the divine is what I need right now.

[zoh-air]

partition / thoughts

my soul Is in the process of partition my identity has been partitioned did your pregnant grandmother feel the vibrations the explosions coming from bombs detonating karachi was self destructing south asia cried while the coloniser laughed great grandmother thinks of the bodies piled up on trucks there were bodies piling up on those trucks vaginas were broken into crevices were broken into hearts were broken into blood blood blood blood thoughts scrambling I am scrambling to feel to know to grow from history story from his his story story from his story.

[zoh-air]

my grandfather is a rapist

the femmes of my family have been seduced in a cycle of abuse for several decades by the men who claim to be their lovers

my grandmothers age had been changed by her father so she could be acceptable for marriage she is four years older than her actual age on documentation to fit the mould of the perfect wife and the perfect wife cannot be older than her husband

appeased the fragile ego of the man that I call grandfather.

rape after rape after rape her first night spent with him was the time she found out about the cruelty of men she came stumbling out of that dingy room the next morning her body filled with bruises her vagina left bloodied by a man who she had to call husband for the next 40 fucking years and counting

my mother was the result of a failed abortion scared that her daughter would have her complexion would be integrated into the same cycle of abuse

kaara a strong herbal tea that slowly seeps into the uterus and exterminates whatever life exists within the confines of her body jumping on the beds and beating herself was a daily ritual but my mother resisted even within the confines of a uterus that was actively working against her survival my mother is the result of a cycle of abuse that needed to be halted my mother turned into a girl turned into a woman turned into a person and her presence was a once unwanted and now cherished 16 and engaged my mother is told by her mother:

luthfia, teray aisay larkay se shaadi karoun gi, jo pehla number ka beta ho (the eldest son) kyun k pehle betay sab se sakoon walay hotay hain, aur jo teray baap jesa nahi hou, allah tuj ko saaray khushiyaan de jo mujhe nahi mili zindagi mein

luthfia, I will get you married to a man who will be the first son, your father was the second. the first son’s tend to be the calmest, and someone who isn’t like your father (your father was the first son). may allah give you all the happiness that I never got to experience throughout my life time.

[zoh-air]

realisation

my love, when you stroke my flushed cheeks find that spot on my lower back and slide your tongue until it descends into me play with my hardened nipples till they are swollen it is a sign that we have transcended the confines of what I define as casual sex

my love, when you slap my ass till it turns into that specific shade of red I suppose that’s how you know it is time to let the marks of your hands that are plastered onto my body heal it is a sign that you know my body better than I do and I’m not too sure how I feel about the fact that you know the intricacies of a home that I have existed within for almost two decades

pain turns into pleasure turns into an emulation of trauma turns into the need to feel pain once again but my love, my jaan, these hands of yours and the things they do to my body the way they travel to my throat clasp on to it while your other hand travels down to my navel and below are what I live for sometimes but I need to know gentle I need to know soft I need to know something other than the need to feel pain when you’re fucking me.

[zoh-air]

grindr monologues - temptations

worship my feet suck on my cock gag on it now slide your tongue against the shaft inhale does it smell like masculinity your hole is mine I will flip you over like the filthy little paki bitch you are and make you mine.

[zoh-air]

nothing-ness

can he fuck me like his little bitch can he fuck me like he fucks the girls he tells me not to worry about with a flick his meaty finger against my prostate he can get me to recite the poetry of my ancestors can he choke me with all his might and make me forget that choking isn't shaped by my trauma that my sex life isn't shaped by trauma that my existence Isn't shaped by trauma fuck me I say and forget my histories forget the present seduce me into a state of ecstasy seduce me into a state of nothing.

[flamecanary]

I was born in India. My parents moved to the States when I was eight months old because I had a host of health problems and my dad’s sister, a pediatrician, suggested that I might take better to the environment here.

I did.

So my mother, who never really wanted to leave India, and my father came to the US, with green cards.

Ten years later, in 1993, we became citizens of the United States.

23 year later, that decision? Tastes like regret. I’m an out, proud gay Indian guy. Proud of being gay, proud of my Indian heritage. But clearly this is a country where the liquid that was once in the melting pot had separated, turned to oil and vile, vitriolic vinegar. It’s clearly become one where who I am is not someone who is respected or wanted by the majority.

This isn’t a post-Racial America. This isn’t the one we’re taught about as kids, where we all came from different backgrounds to create a new, strong, unified society. This is about hate. Plain, pure, and simple. Hate and a very healthy dose of ignorant stupidity.

There are few things in this world to fear more than hate and blind stupidity. Really wish I didn’t have to call myself an American tonight. These values that have been voted into office aren’t at all what I consider American.

[ooku]

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[thepakistanimarthastewart-deact]

No bill, I don’t think she means “hello”

[lovethisbug]

[unblind-your-mind]

THE MAJORITY of children born into the world tend to inherit the beliefs of their parents, and that to me is one of the most regrettable facts of them all.

Richard Dawkins (via unblind-your-mind)

[sixpenceee]

Protests erupt throughout the nation after news of Donald Trump presidency breaks.

[this-scorpio-raven-blog]

This gives me hope. This makes me feel a little less dead inside.

[oceanwriting]

Ask me if it still hurts Ask me how deep it runs Ask me if barbed wire follows the veins under my skin Ask me how long it takes to get to the bottom Ask me if I’ll take the blame for you Ask me if my knuckles are shattered Ask me if my wisdom teeth have grown in yet Ask me if the walls close in Ask me how to light a cigarette with just a pointed look Ask me how to heal Ask me how to plant a seed Ask me how to let it go Ask me how to forget about it all

[orlandobloomers]

instead of sending me nudes you can send me 

pics of you smiling with ur fave stuffed animal

pics of you smiling with ur mom 

pics of plants

pics of ur dog

pics of silly lookin bugs that u find 

[officialcrow]

send me the nudes while this geek eats a flower

[thefunkyweapon]