Who the actual heck is this 12-year-old.
This video’s been going viral but in case you haven’t seen it….
an Egyptian 12-year-old does a better job of explaining the Egyptian conflict & reasons behind it than the entire press corps combined.
wow, what a brilliant kid.
Signal boosting the shit out of this, please everyone watch this?
my personal reward to myself for acing summer courses —
a 14-hour flight back to my home country, to his city.
i had felt painfully incomplete
when he left a month ago on the same flight home.
but now, i am eating at his dinner table,
riding shotgun as he shows me his world,
having long conversations about feminism with his mother,
sleeping in his childhood bedroom while he takes the couch.
we had met at the beginning of the school year —
two West Coast kids going to college in a conservative Islamic society.
as much as we enjoyed the opportunity to explore an unfamiliar land,
there are just some freedoms that i can’t live without.
the freedom to throw my arms around him at the airport terminal,
& kiss him for the first time in a month, in front of strangers
who don’t condemn me as indecent,
who don’t shield the eyes of their children,
who only smile & wink at their spouses —
"remember when we were like that?"
the freedom to dress appropriately with the summer weather
(a ribbon-strap dress that ends 2 inches above my knees)
without him needing to constantly send death glares at men
to make them stop leering at me as if they’ve never seen a girl before.
instead, men, women, boys, & girls alike
simply look & think “that dress is pretty, she looks nice in it.”
the freedom to be ourselves, without restraint,
and the safety & comfort of being in public,
without constantly having our guard up,
without the constant reminder that i am a girl,
& therefore a feast for male eyes.
gender doesn’t matter here.
male eyes, female eyes, old eyes, young eyes
male bodies, female bodies, old bodies, young bodies
all relaxed, natural, inoffensive, & friendly —
even the scariest-looking men who deal crack on the streets
never fail to stop & pet a service dog that passes by.
this is sheer,
how is religious war still even a thing?
i thought that died out in like the Middle Ages or some shit.
i just don’t understand how you can murder hundreds of your own countrymen just because they disagree with you on something as small as who the Prophet’s successor is.
you cannot despise a Muslim for murdering a soldier
as revenge for killing the innocent among his people,
if you yourself advocate the assault of abortion doctors
because you object to their killing of your innocent.
your brilliant idea of retribution
is to set fire to a mosque
filled with other innocent civilians?
are you a fucking moron?
congratulations. you just descended to his level.
did you forget that we Christians believe in the same God?
anyone who uses his name to justify hate & violence —
homophobia, Islamophobia, racism, rape, murder —
is a disgrace to the millions of us who live out our lives
the way our faiths teach us to live. lovingly.
Please guide the hands of the British justice system
to bitchslap these moronic dumbfucks.
the biblical readings this past sunday are my absolute favorites. something about those 3 short, sweet messages, together in one.
01. Acts of the Apostles 10:45
Jewish believers who had accompanied Peter were all astonished that the gift of the Holy Spirit should be poured out on gentiles too,
02. John I 4:8
Whoever fails to love does not know God, because God is love.
03. the Gospel of John 15:12 - 13
This is my commandment: love one another, as I have loved you. No one can have greater love than to lay down his life for his friends.
there is no other combination of 3 that so perfectly sum up the core of my spiritual identity, as one citizen living in the home of 7 billion other people.
during his homily, the priest pulled a parallel from the Avengers, a movie in which a man with no superpowers whatsoever gave up his life because he believed in a greater purpose, which inspired the team to put aside personal differences & work together. even if the cards were in his locker & not his jacket. :P
it also happened to be Mother’s Day. i remembered a lesson from Islam.
Paradise lies at the feet of the mothers.
~ the Prophet Muhammed
on my right was a little boy, asleep with his head on his mother’s lap, with The Diary of a Wimpy Kid clutched to his chest.
then i felt the dull ache of a menstrual cramp.
i pressed my hands to my belly & cried.
A man can fail many times but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
you can fail as much as you want, but you’re not a failure until you fail to love.
"only 2% of the world’s population knows the difference between the two." he smiled at me.
i touched baby wool for the first time today.
there’s a reason those scarves sell for $600 each. it’s the most luxurious fabric i’ve ever felt in my life. & he kept pulling scarves from off the shelves, knowing there was no way i could afford one, & insisted that i feel them, learn about them, examine their stitching.
"i go to school in the middle east — seeing all these fabrics in your store window made me feel homesick."
in return for his endless knowledge, i answered his questions.
"as a girl, what do you think of women in the faith?"
"i think it’s absolutely beautiful. romantic. empowering. you dont have to worry about men staring at your boobs & not your eyes. i enjoy having study sessions with my muslim girl friends in their apartments because i get a sneak peek at this gorgeous, cherished part of their bodies, with the knowledge that on her wedding night, some lucky boy is gonna know what this moment feels like. i just love the symbolism. they are very brave."
San Francisco, in the Westfield mall by Union Square — 4th floor, in the corner, it’s got hand-embroidered scarves & silk carpets in the window. ”Charisma.”
i could have gotten lost for hours in there.
"if you’re ever in abu dhabi, let me know. i’ll show you around to all the cool places."
the man named Sultan laughed.
"in November, possibly, to open another store in the Fairmont Bab Al-Bahr. you will be my tour guide."