We live in an age where everyone has a camera on them one way or another and information is spread around the globe at the speed of light and the degree at which we apply and regard security is at an all time high….
…. and somehow a two hundred feet long, three hundred thousand pound aircraft carrying two hundred and thirty-nine souls has completely vanished.
Our tiny blue marble has become frighteningly huge in the worst way possible
time heals all wounds…that’s what everyone says. except it’s been four years since my mamoo passed away and the pain is still as strong as it was the day I saw my mom faint from hearing the news. the day I realized that my grandmother was now one of the people I always felt bad for, the mom who lost her child before their time. the day I cried more tears than I ever thought possible.
some days it feels like I’ve accepted my uncles death. I know that he’s in heaven, and I know he’s proud of me for making my mother happy over the past four years. but sometimes the pain is so overbearing it becomes hard for me to breathe. when will it subside? when will I understand why my mothers only sibling was taken away from her in a freak accident at work? when will I stop asking Allah (swt) questions? when. when will the tears stop falling from my face.
The reason why everything is important to me is because its worth knowing about.
i really am over that stage of my life where i doubt myself and let my insecurities get the best of me. but sometimes it’s very hard to believe in yourself, and sometimes the negative thoughts begin to overpower the positive ones. i love my life alhumdulAllah and i love everyone that chooses to be a part of my life but i can’t shake the feeling that i don’t deserve any part of it, and that it’ll be snatched out of my hands soon. and although i’m constantly surrounded by kind words and reassurances from those who love me, it doesn’t seem to be real to me. when do real compliments start sounding fake? is it my fault for doubting people who are just trying to make me happy? i feel like i’m giving myself problems for thinking stuff like this, but that’s the thing: what i think is what i think and i can’t really change it without having to focus really hard, and i don’t have time to direct my thoughts…they mostly wander on their own.
There are some automatic toilets that need 2 chill the fuck out
WHY DOES FINDING OTHERS BEAUTIFUL MATTER TO YOU? WHY ARE YOU ASSIGNING WORTH TO SOMEONE ELSE’S BEAUTY. WHY ARE YOU CHOOSING TO LET THAT TRAIT OF YOURS DEFINE YOU? CHOOSE TO BETTER YOURSELF AND APPRECIATE THOSE WHO HAVE DONE THE SAME. EVERYONE IS THE BEST THEY CAN BE INDIVIDUALLY AS HUMANS.
WHY HAS EVERYONE COMPLICATED LIFE????
it scares me how easily my thoughts and views on certain people or ideas change. as much as I applaud myself as being the type of person who is ready to adapt to new things, my thoughts are always, always changing depending on what is more favorable to me. I thought I wasn’t a selfish and self-centered person anymore, but recent events and my own thoughts about those events have me fearing otherwise. I want to be the best version of myself, but I don’t know how to get to that point of my life. I’m immature, and at times my anger gets the best of me. I’m quick to make assumptions about situations I don’t have the full grasp of, only to feel like a fool when I realize what pieces of information I was missing. I’m not trying to bash on myself or make it seem like I hate my own personality, but there’s so many things I still need to fix about myself and I feel like I don’t have enough time to fix them. can these things even be fixed? you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. if it helps, I’ve never really been a dog person.
Being a feminist is not a cool new trend or a “woman’s problem”. Everyone should be a feminist. A move to end societal sexist oppression is in everyone’s benefit. When we stop arranging humans into politicized gender assignments, we start to recognize that every human has a right to be treated with respect. The organization of humans into neat categorizes which define the “other”, creates barriers to human connection. I stop looking at another human as a person and start to see them as the other. On top of all the distance, we are taught as “woman” to see a man as someone we must impress. We define ourselves in terms of the man. To break out of societal gendered oppression, allows me to see a man as a human. On the other hand, man will stop seeing me as someone who is in need of his machismo. This relationship then becomes mutually beneficial. I connect with a person on the basis of his humanity, not for his manly attention. In this situation we both strive for improvement and knowledge instead of ephemeral attention.