But if having a child or a particular person in our life is our reason for being, something is terribly wrong. If something finite, temporary and fading becomes the center of our life, the raison d’etre (reason for existing), we will surely break. The imperfect object that we place at our center will—by definition—fade, let us down, or pass away. And our break will occur as soon as it does. What happens if, while climbing a mountain, you hang on to a twig to hold all your weight? Laws of physics tell us that the twig, which was never created to carry such weight, will break. Laws of gravity tell us that it is then that you will most certainly fall. This is not a theory. It is a certainty of the physical world. This reality is also a certainty of the spiritual world, and we are told of this truth in the Qur’an.Yasmin Mogahed (via islamic-art-and-quotes)
Yeah tbh I don’t even watch Bollywood anymore - and I am SO FREAKING UPSET AT THEM for ruining the potentially great Bollywood experience for my children. When I was young, I grew up watching Bollywood with my family. Nowadays it’s SO difficult to find a new Bollywood movie that is appropriate enough for the whole family. That experience is gone for our upcoming generations and it sucks :(
It’s so interesting now that I’ve stopped watching movies/shows that have excessive cussing and/or any nudity - I’ve become more aware of how gratuitously sexualized everything is when I turn on the tv. Even on Disney channel I can see what they’re trying to show to young girls, and it’s sad.
Also interesting, before I watch anyone’s suggestion for a new movie (if they’ve already seen it) I ask them if it’s dirty or not, and most of the time they would say “no, not really. It’s not that bad”. But when we sit together on put the movie on, there’s like a sex scene with full nudity in the first half hour and they’re just sitting there like…OH. Lol. We go through the whole movie and they’re so surprised that the movie was way dirtier than they remembered. It’s so easy for us to become desensitized to this stuff. It’s scary.
mother tongue, Farah Gabdon (via perugu—-annam)
I think the most painful realisation comes when you find that you cannot speak your mother tongue as well as you do the language of the land where you grew up. My English is evidence of this. When something as simple as a colour, or the name of an animal in your mother tongue leaves you dumb. Yesterday I could not find the world for ‘turtle’ in Somali, only after my mother reminded me, did I recall knowing it.
We betray our mother tongues, for the languages of nations who will never fully accept us. We let the strangeness infest our mouths until we forget how to accommodate our original tongues.
I just woke up and it’s 43 degrees out. What the HECK.
shoutout to all the girls + women who have thick, dark, and abundant body hair and have to spend time and energy shaving every single day if they don’t want to be harassed by loved ones + strangers alike
shoutout to all the girls + women who decided its not worth their time, even if they only skip sometimes, and endure criticism, harassment, and stigma as the price for their own freedom of time + comfort