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As a Muslim, I’m sick of people asking me how I feel about 9/11. What do you want me to say, seriously? Do you want me to say, “It was a great plan, mwahahaha!” before I fly off on a magic carpet?

I was born and raised in this country and was just as shocked as everyone else to learn there were people on this earth so vile as to commit such a horrific attack - or to even think about doing it.

But I didn’t do it. Neither did 99.999999999 percent of the roughly 1.5 billion people in the world who also call themselves Muslims. So why should I or any other Muslim apologize for what happened? Nickleback is planning on releasing another album. Should I ask white people to apologize for that?


Aman Ali

I am going to reblog this quote every year. 

(via lavenderlavia)

(Source: CNN, via zzzzzzara)

"white savior complex: let’s go to a 3rd world country, build a church, get cornrows, and take photos of us saving brown kids for our families back home so they’ll see how humbled we’ve become…but at the same time let’s treat the black kids in America like shit… I mean they are ‘thugs’…."

The same white people preaching about missions in Africa [to benefit themselves] are the same white people who are silent about Ferguson and any other injustice forced on black people in the news

We see you..

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(via deathcatsforcutie)

"We watched the sun set over dunes, and my thoughts turned to how the sun had been rising and setting over this same expanse of land, unchanged, for more years than I could begin to comprehend. The stars came out with the same timelessness, punctuated only by the human construct of dinner. We sprawled ourselves out under les belles étoiles, holding hands and breath during stories of the jnun, the Moroccan ghost-like spirits of folklore, after which I found it difficult to fall asleep. That sort-of-spell was broken in the morning, with the little plastic pots of commercial French jam and yogurt. We remounted our camels and headed back towards the edge of the desert. At one point in our trek homeward, a trio of unharnessed, wild camels with dark, chestnut-brown coats and eyes arose out of the endless gold sand. They stood and watched us as we passed, seemingly in solidarity with our caravan, until we had disappeared over a hill."

I’m so proud of the paragraph I had to write about morocco bye



(Source: cuoca.com, via girlsandguns)

A woman is alive, a woman is alive. 
You do not take her for a siren 
An anchor on a stone, alone, unfaceted and fine. 

And never will I wed. 
I’ll hunt the pearl of death to the bottom of my life, 
and ever hold my breath ‘til I may be the diver’s wife. 

See how the infinite divides, 
and the divers are not to blame 
for the rift spanning distant shores. 
You don’t know my name, 
but I know yours.

(Source: rabid)

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