zuleikha: ya3ne we all bleed the same color and worship the same god and believe in the same prophet and eat the same baklava okay
I thought poetry could change everything, could change history and could...– Mahmoud Darwish (via hnamed)
On the authority of son of Abbas (may Allah be...
But the Black man by nature is a builder, he is scientific by nature, he’s...– Malcom X, “Ancient Black civilizations.” (via cesaire)
fusionkelvar: The heart is a liar. it speaks when it isnt asked. it is silent in your moment of doubt. dont play into the deceit of lust. love is a false emotion. hate is supreme. death is the only real thing in life. dont cry over another human being because the soul is worth nothing in currency. strife for self reliance and murder doubt.
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you...– Margaret Atwood from the novella, The Penelopiad. (via maliha-)
He is God. →
maryamfresh: the Most Compassionate. the Merciful. the King. the Most Holy. the Bestower of Peace. the Granter of Security. the Protector. the Mighty. the Compeller. the Majestic. the Creator. the Maker. the Shaper. the Forgiver. the Subduer. the Bestower. the Provider. the Opener. the All…
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With love,: madametoutnoir: The Iraq war did not... →
madametoutnoir: The Iraq war did not need to happen There were no weapons of mass destruction. It was a lie. Over a hundred thousand innocent people have died because of a lie. By 2008, over a thousand American soldiers committed suicide while serving in Iraq. The number has surely only increased since.
Me: Why God? I don't get it. I try so hard, but I'm just so weak. I'm done. I can't fight anymore.
God: You don't have to always understand. Trust. Over and over again you try and do it your own way, and over and over again you fall. But I still love you. Take my hand. Get back up. You aren't done until you have permission from me to stop fighting, which won't be anytime soon. Trust this time. Trust in my strength. Trust that my grace is enough. If you trust in yourself you are going to be stuck learning it the hard way.
Live without pretending, Love without depending, Listen without defending, Speak...– Drizzy Drake [Guess He does have some brains.]
fuckpeopleandtheirfeelings: You mean 1 foot? “No mi mean 1 feet”
He took a few cups of love. He took one tablespoon of patience. One teaspoon of...– Muhammad Ali (via chong)
If you asked me to write you a poem I would say no words would come short They cannot describe your precious soul They can hardly describe my ardor but, here it is anyway your person ality provok es pure sym pathy in me Susu A.
I’m trying to hush my hunger the hunger for a truth behind your mask you are wasting input by seeming genuine and tracing joy while leaking envy you can blame me if you want to I don’t care you are the one who’s insecure under that shadow of hair under that mystic falsehood of care to you who resemble this falsity I say I’m tired to shrug you from your day and nightime naps...
in nights like these I write poetry words and synonyms sinning in symmetry flowing fluidlylike liquid leeking bits of secrets like bits of an erosions stream from my mind focused with my pen on paper popped up ideas firing within slowly the mornin’ sun rises flattering my skin trying to wipe out a night of fights and violent pieces of writings
As soon as the metal bass hit madder earth it erased our care for the ring within a blink of the sparklin’ eye it caused no bliss but hymns mothers hummed to drums talked of wars whispered huwaaya who cooling us with songs of before as if laying fresh sheets hand washed on our face brainwashed with whims of Moccadisha her traces are in her every corner but sort of vanish like ...
Strayed In times we call out for a confidant when we can’t get a grasp of reality a supporter, a comrade, most of all a friend Barely do we notice these in any One who is your second in finding your path who perserves in the longing to save whose intense can be observed brightly from far One who won’t pretend in being your soulmate In times when we’re harshly...
my Mind is wandering off as I hear black voices I am listening to exotic Far fields and villages vaguely whispering in Dawn suns my Skin resists to hear these ‘no’s and maybe’s‘ my freedom Is in gentle waterfalls soundlessly awakening souls of green to give in to their way of thinking is a sin I rather reminiscence sweet dreams dreams I someday will realize Image:...