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"islamophobia" poems
islamophobia at its finest you couldn't have spoken truer words three years before injustice fell cascading down upon your head like rocks each one labeled hate fear terror and it's that label, drenched in your blood that begs and screams to be renounced i am not a terrorist no, you aren't, but every pale-skinned man who doesn't know the pigment in your skin as anything but dirt couldn't see the difference so yet, we fight for you your love, your voice for every child that lives in fear we will charge on your skin tone is not a death sentence and the media who doesn't know  their right from their united left will hear us we do not need you we do not need you we do not need you us many times as God will give us strength we will charge on for you for them for Palestine for Syria for every fear-filled child we will remember and for each one fallen, trapped beneath the rocks hate, fear, terror we will set you free
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
for deah, or, an oath to a fallen friend
*concerning the pop. narrative -    i'm a wordsmith after all - someone gives me the raw materials of islam and (a rainbow) of affixing -phobia and i can't seem to hammer the **** thing into shape...    it's, foremostly: a pseudo-phobia. a misnomer of the phobia compound.* for a people who have an "irrational" fear of islam, it seems strange that the same people gave birth to some form of rationality - let's just call it islamophobia   not an irrational fear - but rather:                       and irritation - the irritable fear of being suddenly forced into the extremities of living the daily life - when something unexpected happens - mind you, the people who have been forced into these situations: stop their want for adrenaline in a base jump, from an aeroplane, or bungee jump off a bridge.    islamophobia is not a "phobia" as such, it's not irrational - it's just irritating - but then again you don't actually believe a spider to be a irrational creature (arachnophobia),   you don't believe an open space with lots of people    (agoraphobia)   to be an irrational circumstance - you're facing yourself being irrational in both circumstances -     since the phobia hides an actual rationale - islam?         that's much harder - since you're being "irrational" while someone is actually being "rational" -                when in fact there's no escaping that contra of you being "rational"    and the muslim being "irrational" - not one side is either rational or irrational: the spider and the open space filled with people already stated:                  you're being irrational; the fear of spiders is irrational -    but there is no rationality from the perspective of the spider: what does a spider know about rationality? jackshit!         there is no such thing as islamophobia: because you're not being irrational about what has its own rationality -      its own monologue and intra-dialogue... whoever coined this stupid word is as dumb as their rationality allows them to make enough people use it; it's only an irrational fear: if there is no                  rationale behind it; point being: there's rationale behind islam, ergo there is no such thing as islamophobia.
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
problem with islamophobia
*concerning the pop. narrative -    i'm a wordsmith after all - someone gives me the raw materials of islam and (a rainbow) of affixing -phobia and i can't seem to hammer the **** thing into shape...    it's, foremostly: a pseudo-phobia. a misnomer of the phobia compound.* for a people who have an "irrational" fear of islam, it seems strange that the same people gave birth to some form of rationality - let's just call it islamophobia   not an irrational fear - but rather:                       and irritation - the irritable fear of being suddenly forced into the extremities of living the daily life - when something unexpected happens - mind you, the people who have been forced into these situations: stop their want for adrenaline in a base jump, from an aeroplane, or bungee jump off a bridge.    islamophobia is not a "phobia" as such, it's not irrational - it's just irritating - but then again you don't actually believe a spider to be a irrational creature (arachnophobia),   you don't believe an open space with lots of people    (agoraphobia)   to be an irrational circumstance - you're facing yourself being irrational in both circumstances -     since the phobia hides an actual rationale - islam?         that's much harder - since you're being "irrational" while someone is actually being "rational" -                when in fact there's no escaping that contra of you being "rational"    and the muslim being "irrational" - not one side is either rational or irrational: the spider and the open space filled with people already stated:                  you're being irrational; the fear of spiders is irrational -    but there is no rationality from the perspective of the spider: what does a spider know about rationality? jackshit!         there is no such thing as islamophobia: because you're not being irrational about what has its own rationality -      its own monologue and intra-dialogue... whoever coined this stupid word is as dumb as their rationality allows them to make enough people use it; it's only an irrational fear: if there is no                  rationale behind it; point being: there's rationale behind islam, ergo there is no such thing as islamophobia.
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Bang. let them do the job as they do we need to simply look the other way The Islamophobia is suffocating the saturation is enough. There are children there but we don't see that. Children without fathers. Children without mothers. The Christian fanatics are not so different. You have your flag, You have your gun. So do they, but they're the evil one? Take a mirror and as you do, you will see, they look like you. Your religion is no better, no holier or worthy, we are all human all equal. But some are more equal than others. Aren't they? N. Hedges
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
The News
PriestlyPriestly 14 hours ago you say fifty people I SAY FIFTY GAY PEOPLE you say nightclub I SAY GAY NIGHTCLUB you say the shooter was mentally ill I SAY HOW DARE YOU PERPETUATE THE STIGMA THAT MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE ARE SOMEHOW DANGEROUS WHEN THERE HAVE BEEN COUNTLESS NEUROTYPICALS THAT HAVE DONE HORRIBLE THINGS OF THEIR OWN VOLITION you say this was isis I SAY HOW DARE YOU CONTINUE TO SUPPORT THIS ISLAMOPHOBIA THIS WAS THE WORK OF ONE MAN ONE MAN WITH A GUN AND NOW FIFTY OF MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE DEAD   SO I SAY HOW DARE YOU TRY TO MAKE THIS ANYTHING ELSE THAN WHAT IS OBVIOUSLY IS THIS WAS A HATE CRIME AND THE WORST SLAUGHTER -BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT IT WAS- IN HUNDREDS OF YEARS AND IT WAS A HATE CRIME AGAINST THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY SO HOW DARE YOU TRY TO DOWNPLAY THIS TO A MENTAL ILLNESS AND AN AFFILIATION WITH ISIS BECAUSE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE DEAD AND YOU SAYING well this happens to other people all the time ERASES THE FACT THAT YES I KNOW THIS HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE BUT THIS HAPPENED TO GAY PEOPLE AT A GAY NIGHTCLUB AND NOW A PLACE THAT SHOULD BE SAFE FOR MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND FOR ME IS NO LONGER SAFE BECAUSE A MAN WITH A GUN DECIDED THAT SINCE WE ARE DIFFERENT THAN HE IS WE SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO LIVE
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 6:50 AM UTC
I SAY
mass culture     is designed      for       complacency [               ]; the Great Depression of the 30's ended the Roaring 20's; as radio brought WWII & TV Vietnam into homes where easy-chairs & TV dinners reigned in cartoon silence; Bud sneaks off to the garage to smoke bud, when the innocent stoner gets a draft card, turning radical, Bud grows his hair long & giving the middle finger to some, peace sign to others  [decades go by when hideous was fashionable];                  9/11 breaking our post-grunge neo-70's-80's haze [for what, like a week - - -                 then came the hoax of Islamophobia        spreading paranoia & nervousness in case the terrorists missed anyone;                 the 90's were already                 nostalgia by the time of the invasion of Iraq; mass culture is designed for sedentary complacency but when society is in upheaval the media just has to wait until it's all over to start promoting expensive baubles again - - -
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
profiting from mass cultural hysteria
in a land where four languages are official a church was named only in three; for the fourth is the language of a weak and fragile faith whose edicts are above the law of the land, and whereof knowing a church's name is temptation and the tempter the sinner and the tempted sinless; a rock is evil for stumbling the weak, and if truth offends the truthsayer dies, and the thief blameless for the rich flaunts his gold; thus protected by an unsheathed ****** sword a faith strengthened with every tempter's death
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Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 11:17 PM UTC
Islamophobia
It's dark and the light leaks out like the change in my pockets; like the blood from her nose; like knowledge from my head. And I can feel myself being   swallowed by this systematic long dark. I cannot remove myself,   a gut-worm in the lower-mantle belly. Watching video-cassettes of   my birthday. I don't know what happened to my birthday video.   I don't know what happened to my parents or what I did to happen   to them. The light leaks, again, and I choke on my celebri-thoughts; mentally-masturbating to the waves I'd give on a book tour or studio lot. Talking about some movie that made some money, somewhere in Santa Fe or L.A. The news is channeling my president: a swollen man that is the physical representation that a lot of American people are parasitic; lovers in racism, xenophobia, transphobia, Islamophobia, homophobia; scared of everything except the 'straight-talking' magnate they put in office. Not playing president; playing God. I'd hate to get political, though. I'd hate to ramble on and on about something I don't know enough about to **** myself over. I can feel myself picking up steam. I can feel myself getting redundant but embracing the bruised ego and poor technique. Loving the entrails spilling out of the splits of my fingertips; more beautiful than the brains I bashed on the sidewalks of old Morgantown. Morgantown, a town so kind you are gently destroyed by its over-crowded masses, dying to be different or drunk -- I suppose that's not very different than most places. But let's get back to these trees that I haven't even talked about. Let's get back to the kitchen table with the hollowed hard-drive, with wires and cords flopping to the sides, like a gutted spaghetti eater with poor stomach acid. How terrible. I'll never forgive myself for that last line. I feel so rudderless. So cynical with a touch of cliche. I keep pushing back that age for success, thinking that I have the luxury of choosing. My vocabulary is limited. My intelligence is assumed; probably a void, where delusions manifest and asian **** rewinds and plays,   rewinds and plays.
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC
8. Stream of Pretentiousness; Degenerates
It's dark and the light leaks out like the change in my pockets; like the blood from her nose; like knowledge from my head. And I can feel myself being   swallowed by this systematic long dark. I cannot remove myself,   a gut-worm in the lower-mantle belly. Watching video-cassettes of   my birthday. I don't know what happened to my birthday video.   I don't know what happened to my parents or what I did to happen   to them. The light leaks, again, and I choke on my celebri-thoughts; mentally-masturbating to the waves I'd give on a book tour or studio lot. Talking about some movie that made some money, somewhere in Santa Fe or L.A. The news is channeling my president: a swollen man that is the physical representation that a lot of American people are parasitic; lovers in racism, xenophobia, transphobia, Islamophobia, homophobia; scared of everything except the 'straight-talking' magnate they put in office. Not playing president; playing God. I'd hate to get political, though. I'd hate to ramble on and on about something I don't know enough about to **** myself over. I can feel myself picking up steam. I can feel myself getting redundant but embracing the bruised ego and poor technique. Loving the entrails spilling out of the splits of my fingertips; more beautiful than the brains I bashed on the sidewalks of old Morgantown. Morgantown, a town so kind you are gently destroyed by its over-crowded masses, dying to be different or drunk -- I suppose that's not very different than most places. But let's get back to these trees that I haven't even talked about. Let's get back to the kitchen table with the hollowed hard-drive, with wires and cords flopping to the sides, like a gutted spaghetti eater with poor stomach acid. How terrible. I'll never forgive myself for that last line. I feel so rudderless. So cynical with a touch of cliche. I keep pushing back that age for success, thinking that I have the luxury of choosing. My vocabulary is limited. My intelligence is assumed; probably a void, where delusions manifest and asian **** rewinds and plays,   rewinds and plays.
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you say fifty people I SAY FIFTY GAY PEOPLE you say nightclub I SAY GAY NIGHTCLUB you say the shooter was mentally ill I SAY HOW DARE YOU PERPETUATE THE STIGMA THAT MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE ARE SOMEHOW DANGEROUS WHEN THERE HAVE BEEN COUNTLESS NEUROTYPICALS THAT HAVE DONE HORRIBLE THINGS OF THEIR OWN VOLITION you say this was isis I SAY HOW DARE YOU CONTINUE TO SUPPORT THIS ISLAMOPHOBIA THIS WAS THE WORK OF ONE MAN ONE MAN WITH A GUN AND NOW FIFTY OF MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE DEAD SO I SAY HOW DARE YOU TRY TO MAKE THIS ANYTHING ELSE THAN WHAT IS OBVIOUSLY IS THIS WAS A HATE CRIME AND THE WORST SLAUGHTER -BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT IT WAS- IN HUNDREDS OF YEARS AND IT WAS A HATE CRIME AGAINST THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY SO HOW DARE YOU TRY TO DOWNPLAY THIS TO A MENTAL ILLNESS AND AN AFFILIATION WITH ISIS BECAUSE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE DEAD AND YOU SAYING well this happens to other people all the time ERASES THE FACT THAT YES I KNOW THIS HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE BUT THIS HAPPENED TO GAY PEOPLE AT A GAY NIGHTCLUB AND NOW A PLACE THAT SHOULD BE SAFE FOR MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND FOR ME IS NO LONGER SAFE BECAUSE A MAN WITH A GUN DECIDED THAT SINCE WE ARE DIFFERENT THAN HE IS WE SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO LIVE
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
I SAY
I miss being a child Ignorance is bliss I've never heard anything truer. The moment a child is told not to take candy from a stranger or to insert its fingers in the outlet, it is starting to face the horrors of the world. Rapists, murderers, terrorists and thieves; people the child is going to hopefully always evade and not face. And then said child turns into a adolescent. Makeup, tampons, BO and acne. You find out boys are pigs and girls are easy if you know your way with words. You feed off of everything you read and see - the media, parents, teachers, peers and strangers. From then on you have two choices: grow and fend for yourself or keep being a sheep and depending on people to make you feel like somebody. You can educate yourself about sexism, homophobia and islamophobia or call every Muslim "terrorist", say the n words and call people f*gs or ******* Speak up for yourself. Be independent, be your own person. Don't be afraid to look stupid. Research, listen, know your facts. Take very opportunity to travel. Expand your mind. And your heart. Speaking of, do not search for love, it will come. Do not forget to love yourself before loving anyone else. Wrap yourself is self-respect like a thick blanket in the middle of winter. Blow up your self-esteem. But stay humble. Do not brag in the faces of those who have less than you and do not envy those who have more than you. Strive to be as good. So yes, ignorance is bliss but is it really worth missing out on the knowledge?
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
Wretched Awakening
I miss being a child Ignorance is bliss I've never heard anything truer. The moment a child is told not to take candy from a stranger or to insert its fingers in the outlet, it is starting to face the horrors of the world. Rapists, murderers, terrorists and thieves; people the child is going to hopefully always evade and not face. And then said child turns into a adolescent. Makeup, tampons, BO and acne. You find out boys are pigs and girls are easy if you know your way with words. You feed off of everything you read and see - the media, parents, teachers, peers and strangers. From then on you have two choices: grow and fend for yourself or keep being a sheep and depending on people to make you feel like somebody. You can educate yourself about sexism, homophobia and islamophobia or call every Muslim "terrorist", say the n words and call people f*gs or ******* Speak up for yourself. Be independent, be your own person. Don't be afraid to look stupid. Research, listen, know your facts. Take very opportunity to travel. Expand your mind. And your heart. Speaking of, do not search for love, it will come. Do not forget to love yourself before loving anyone else. Wrap yourself is self-respect like a thick blanket in the middle of winter. Blow up your self-esteem. But stay humble. Do not brag in the faces of those who have less than you and do not envy those who have more than you. Strive to be as good. So yes, ignorance is bliss but is it really worth missing out on the knowledge?
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As we have conflicts with others, ISIS, North Korea, Russia, And we give a ***** look to Muslims, We of the far left with a "pure heart" call this "Islamophobia" The religious, racist, white supremacist, Right wing thugs, unconscious, judgemental, ill-hearted, and blind people who say "Death to all Muslims" These people who are disgusted by the thought of having a Muslim neighbor, These people are just as blind as the Germans were when their Jewish neighbors were taken from their homes, What would we do if we got rid of all the Muslims in America, Would we put them into camps, "Refugee camps", That's what we'd call them, Secretly behind closed doors, People would go missing, Us the people who believe ourselves as saviours of the Jews, Would **** their neighbors, Nor would we care.
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Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
If dawn came
*concerning an article in the sunday times, titled baited, 13 - 16 year old girls, a mix of cyberbullying, revenge **** & creepshots... ah... here comes lady burqa, to set the standard of civilised behaviour... now... i can't agree that islamophobia exists... but sure-shit i can testify to a burqa-phobia... hell! i can even attest to a niqab-phobia, and to be honest... that, that is a reasonable phobia... let's use the proper terms, please! anyway... regarding this baiting... oh man, these ***** ought to have known better, as those taking the selfies... why? because i'm starting to think that people take more photographs, than actually blink with their eyes... whatever happened to the mirror?* some people strive for ambitious lives, head over heels types, the ones in microcosmos of their own *** me? i, just, want, my, life, to represent, the lazy consistency of a sunday... for my life to be as busy as... sunday traffic; it's not a self-doubt that's plaguing me, i'm not an automaton yet, but with that i wonder: if they have all the hormones and chemical compounds excavated to represent love, which ones are the ones to represent doubt? doubt? oh, those minor "panic-attacks", the fun bits of being alive living inside the dynamism of uncertainity... i was ambitious once - now? well, i know i stop enjoying fiendish sudoku puzzles, and rest my case on the difficult tier... there's no point striving: if you don't enjoy it - as harsh as it might sound - poetry will always speak to me in the tongue of impromptu - with eyes of lightning flashes - as long as it remains in this state - i'll be content - i can't imagine a novel, the tedium of it, the constipation - the rewriting, the 2 to 3 years - with the only merit attached to a novel is solely based on how long it took to be written... constipated / frustrated novelists, i can image... on the other hand... it's quiet easy to imagine ****** snowflake poets too.
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
life as sunday traffic
*concerning an article in the sunday times, titled baited, 13 - 16 year old girls, a mix of cyberbullying, revenge **** & creepshots... ah... here comes lady burqa, to set the standard of civilised behaviour... now... i can't agree that islamophobia exists... but sure-shit i can testify to a burqa-phobia... hell! i can even attest to a niqab-phobia, and to be honest... that, that is a reasonable phobia... let's use the proper terms, please! anyway... regarding this baiting... oh man, these ***** ought to have known better, as those taking the selfies... why? because i'm starting to think that people take more photographs, than actually blink with their eyes... whatever happened to the mirror?* some people strive for ambitious lives, head over heels types, the ones in microcosmos of their own *** me? i, just, want, my, life, to represent, the lazy consistency of a sunday... for my life to be as busy as... sunday traffic; it's not a self-doubt that's plaguing me, i'm not an automaton yet, but with that i wonder: if they have all the hormones and chemical compounds excavated to represent love, which ones are the ones to represent doubt? doubt? oh, those minor "panic-attacks", the fun bits of being alive living inside the dynamism of uncertainity... i was ambitious once - now? well, i know i stop enjoying fiendish sudoku puzzles, and rest my case on the difficult tier... there's no point striving: if you don't enjoy it - as harsh as it might sound - poetry will always speak to me in the tongue of impromptu - with eyes of lightning flashes - as long as it remains in this state - i'll be content - i can't imagine a novel, the tedium of it, the constipation - the rewriting, the 2 to 3 years - with the only merit attached to a novel is solely based on how long it took to be written... constipated / frustrated novelists, i can image... on the other hand... it's quiet easy to imagine ****** snowflake poets too.
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In twenty-four, the streets aflame a tempest brewed, a nation’s shame. Southport’s wounds still fresh and raw, three children lost their lives, a flaw. False whispers spread through cyberspace, the stabber’s name, a twisted chase. Muslim, seeker, both or none the spark ignited, chaos spun. England, torn by fear and hate, far-right voices, venom’s weight. Riots surged from Southport’s core, a wildfire leaping, burning more. Arson’s dance, a crimson waltz, shops looted, streets in tumult’s pulse. Police van torched, officers besieged, a fractured nation, wounds unseized. Islamophobia’s venom seeped, racist fervour, hatred steeped. Disinformation’s murky tide, Russia’s whispers amplified. Yet amidst the flames, a counterforce— Stand Up to Racism, voices hoarse. Anti-fascists, Muslims, too, clashed with rioters, hearts askew. In this fractured hour, we seek the light, to mend the rifts, reclaim the night. For England’s soul, a plea resounds: heal the wounds, find common grounds. I stand against the darkness, where prejudice and anger collide. My words, a beacon of empathy, a bridge across the chasm wide. For love knows no division, no borders drawn by fear. In unity, we find strength, and hate dissolves when love is near. So let us rise above the chaos, embrace compassion’s flame. Together, we’ll extinguish hate and heal the wounds that bear our name.
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Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 11:39 AM UTC
Riot’s Echo
you know what the biggest difference between continental europe, and the english isles? mosquitos... on continental europe, you can be swarmed by them in the summer... on the english isles? something akin to spotting nessie (loch ness monster)... they're like the oasis mirage in a desert... i.e. hardly any! you'll sooner get a spider bite after a night's repose... oh **** me, my house is infested with spiders... but as the proverb states: a house filled with spiders, is a happy home... proverbs are always cryptic and never make any direct sense akin to an ikea manual for putting up a table... 1 more proverbs: better a sparrow in your hand, than a dove upon your roof (that might be persian in origin, but i'm not too sure)... i think that might mean: better to act with peace, than to live in peace... well... live... no one can attain a plateau of emotional tranquility to be the kind of consistency that grants you an apathetic shield of defence against life changes. still... mosquitos are ****** rare where i live... like i said: you're morely likely to be bitten by a spider when sleeping... and i have seen house-hold spiders, a third of a tarantula's size, scuttling around the place... well, it happened only twice... but you get the idea. in terms of phobias? how is "islamophobia" an irrational fear by the definition of phobia? which part is the irrational part of this so called "phobia"? perhaps from islam per se, being apprehensive of its own internal irrational belief system?
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
maybe just because of the postcode
you know what the biggest difference between continental europe, and the english isles? mosquitos... on continental europe, you can be swarmed by them in the summer... on the english isles? something akin to spotting nessie (loch ness monster)... they're like the oasis mirage in a desert... i.e. hardly any! you'll sooner get a spider bite after a night's repose... oh **** me, my house is infested with spiders... but as the proverb states: a house filled with spiders, is a happy home... proverbs are always cryptic and never make any direct sense akin to an ikea manual for putting up a table... 1 more proverbs: better a sparrow in your hand, than a dove upon your roof (that might be persian in origin, but i'm not too sure)... i think that might mean: better to act with peace, than to live in peace... well... live... no one can attain a plateau of emotional tranquility to be the kind of consistency that grants you an apathetic shield of defence against life changes. still... mosquitos are ****** rare where i live... like i said: you're morely likely to be bitten by a spider when sleeping... and i have seen house-hold spiders, a third of a tarantula's size, scuttling around the place... well, it happened only twice... but you get the idea. in terms of phobias? how is "islamophobia" an irrational fear by the definition of phobia? which part is the irrational part of this so called "phobia"? perhaps from islam per se, being apprehensive of its own internal irrational belief system?
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Whenever you enter my thoughts A fire begins to burn fiercely in my heart Destroying everything in its path Except any positive thoughts And from my mind, emerges a voice Saying "You can do it And you WILL do it!" Whenever something seems amiss I think of your struggles And gradually, do I find myself more capable Of achieving every task that is set before me A Harry Houdini, you may not be However, an inspiration are you, for sure Because, so much do you care About righting all the wrongs in our society Casteism, Hindutva, Islamophobia, gender inequality Determined are you, to fight hard for social justice Even if you end up paying a huge price I consider myself an extremely lucky person To know such a lovely human being like you Who talks not through words but actions Though you are a very loving partner and mother Rarely, do you showcase your affection and care Your sheer nerve and bravery would make Godric Gryffindor proud Your patience, dedication, loyalty and sense of justice would make Helga Hufflepuff proud Your sharp wit and natural curiosity would make Rowena Ravenclaw proud And finally Your sheer ambition, determination and resourcefulness would make Salazar Slytherin proud Always, will you be my primary motivator Keep rocking, keep fighting and do take care May the Almighty bless you forever!!
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Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 4:01 AM UTC
My Primary Motivator