My mother is half Palestinian, half Dutch. My father, French and absent without leave. Me, I'm British, born in London, and growing up I always felt as if I belonged everywhere and nowhere. As I have gotten a little older however, I appreciate the rich history that life had provided me.
Currently I am working on a script for a short film about my grandmother, who was smuggled out of Palestine when she was about my age. Her outspoken political views as a student meant that her freedom was in danger, and maybe worse.
So tonight is going to be a long sleepless night of editing, fueled by redbull and pizza, with much head scratching. 🌺
I have never known how to rant but there are a lot of corrupt people around that doesn't deserve where they are at, what they hold on to as a title, how they manipulate the variables and throw all the struggles to people who deserve to harvest the fruits of their labours rather than waking up each day carrying the heavy loads in their shoulders.
It is NOT easy. Maybe, it will never be. No matter how intelligent a professional is. No matter how strong an individual is. No matter how considerate a son or a daughter is.
Truth is, we live in a world of SURVIVAL. A world where there is no bigger truth than witnessing all the corrupt practices and lies, swallowing them, living with them. Thus,...
If I wake up in morning with magical skill of listening thoughts of people,
First I will declare to the media about my skill and prove it to them by reading their thoughts. Which will make it viral that I have that power to listen what people are thinking in reality.
Then I would listen thoughts of all politicians in the world and reveal their back stage truth to the world, because world has suffered a lot due to getting caught in dual face personality of politicians. Preaching something else which is lucrative to masses and executing something else which silently destroy the moral rights of masses.
The struggle is real
Coworker: Angie.. I'm depressed.
Me: Congratulations! Same here.
Coworker: Are these people mad or are we mad?
Me: Let's assume we are mad because that's what they must be thinking too.
Coworker: hahaha. You are a limit!
Me: Is there anything we can do about it? We have to work. No other alternative. It's the same shit everywhere you go.
Coworker: Most of them don't understand what I talk.
Me: hahaha. I know. "You telling telling.. they not understanding"
Coworker: hahaha was that English?
Me: No. It was gibberish.
Me: Working with these nuts requires abundance of patience.
Coworker: And that idiot.. he doesn't understand anything I t...
A letter dedicate to american illegal immigrants and their childern who suffer alot
due to facking american so called President Donald Trump.
Chenta ha maon sa bachy.
Kyun tu maar nhi jata?
Tera ya khushnuma sa chehra
Kyun ya sar nhi jata?
kHawash a tujhy maal o zar ke
Kyun tera pait bhar nhi jata?
Howa ha shah is alam ka.
Kyun tu is khak ma whar nhi jata?
Suna ha tery mulk ma khushali ha
Kyun tu is bay ghar k ghar nhi jata?
Or kitna jiya ga 2 ya 4 din?
Kyun tu is ginti sa dar nhi jata?
Kyun hr ak sa larny ke baat krta ha?
Kyun tu apny andar ke burai sa lar nhi jata?
I'll manage to translate it into english with someone's help then i post it into english
If millennials are “so bad” why is it we seem to be making the biggest difference in the US? Are they threatened by a generation that grew up with technology? Are they are afraid we will throw them all in brutal nursing homes?
That’s not who we are as a generation. We have experienced bullying in our own homes through technology. Where we were supposed to be safe but since childhood. We were warned about the dangers...and the world without given the knowledge on how to properly cope. So most of us, once reaching adulthood DID get a wake up call, but that’s not something to hold against us, we didn’t raise ourselves (some unfortunately did); we didn’t choose what they were taught, we didn’t ...
Once weapons were manufactured to fight wars
Now wars are manufactured to sell weapons
To the Left Wingers,
This goes out to only the radicals amongst your group. So not all of you. I have finally come to the point now, where you have all made me exile from the left. To say that i'm disappointed is an understatement.
You threw piss on Lauren from Rebel Media. You approached Millie Weaver in a threatening mannor as soon as she was alone. You kneel through your national anthem. You beat up and kidnapped a disabled white boy, specifically because he's white. And you have the audacity to state that America is a rape culture?
Sick. I'm now neither left or right. You refuse to give Trump a chance, even when the black unemployment level is at an all time low, you still refuse t...
I'm stuck in the middle
of war between two nations,
one screams attack while,
the other shouts defend.
I'm stuck in the middle
of political games
each party exploring ways
to squeeze out money.
I'm stuck in the middle
of city and village
one with its pollution
and enormous opportunities
while the other with peace
and scarce resources.
I'm stuck in middle
of nowhere and somewhere
searching for the meaning
of freedom offered,
is it real or just an illusion?
Yesterday’s worship and teaching service was the first Advent teaching and centered around Hope.
Our teaching elder said something I’d never thought about before. It was the idea that in order for Hope to exist, there must be something which is wrong, broken, scary…painful happening. Hope is the anticipation of something better coming.
Hope is the opposite of dread…and apprehension that something bad is coming.
I’ve lived much of my life with dread and very little hope. Recently, I’d nearly given up hope that things will improve. Especially my ability to cope with parenting a child on the Autism Spectrum.
Since last November, I’ve lived with a sense of dread about what w...
खुन की नदियाँ, और हर्ष का तालाब
भुखा भी रोया, भरपेट भी ना सोया
क्या जाति, क्या दर्जा
जब इंसानियत को बांटा धर्म के नाम।
कुछ को दफ़नाया मिट्टि में,
कुछ को जलाया सरे आम,
यह फ़र्क ही काफी था
जो ले गया मनुष्य की जान।
लेकिन, बात यह ना थी इतनी आसान,
मुद्दा बढा आगे इस पर,
तो एक चींटी को भी बांटा गया,
इस मुल्क का हिंदुस्तानी भी कहलाया मुसलमान।
अब, टूटी चुकी हैं बेडियाँ मानवता की,
मिट चुका है वो प्यार ,
जिसके भोलेपन का बना है मज़ाक,
वही नाचेगा देश के जनाज़े पर।
- मानवी शर्मा
They call it the law
We call it apartheid, internment, conscription, partition and silence
Its the law that they make, to keep you and me where they think we belong
They hide behind steel and bulletproof glass, machine guns and lies
And they tell us who suffer the torture and tear gas that we're in the wrong
For a dear friend in Gaza, may you find peace one day ❤
There are some who want to watch the world burn. They get off on destroying others and even themselves. They get mad at others for feeling anything. Maybe because they don't feel anything. Nothing but hate. Not for the sake of anything important but for the sole purpose to hate, to go against the grain. For the sake of irritation and creating chaos, inciting more hate. Those people will die out not by murder or violence but by educating. By creating a society that holds you accountable for your hate for the sake of hate. By standing up to bad people and not condoning any behavior that causes others pain. Like men do with rape culture. Like women being taught how evil men are. So that we can ...
Que sea una elección y no solo una erección
Si vas amarla,
tienes que saber que ella no es solo una portada bonita
y que tienes que acabar de leerla
y no arrepentirte a la primera pagina.
Tienes que saber que no solo te vas a correr,
tu tienes que correr,
pero correr el riesgo de amarla como ella es.
Tienes que saber identificar
la pasión de una noche
del martirio de por vida,
recuerda no todas son iguales,
algunas son solo cementerios
y ellas te verán como su ramo de flores para adornarlas,
otras son jardines
que por mucho que las destruyas
siempre sabrán como florecer.
Si vas amarla,
tienes que saber la diferencia de elección a erección,
tienes que saber que ella t...
"Sometimes we pull so many things out from our hat that it becomes impossible to get all of them back in."
What would I do if I were president?
I would, piece by piece, the world mend
I wouldn't expel anyone as long as they're good
And have no criminal records, as no one should
I would give to the poor and ask the rich to do the same
We are, after all, in life, in the same "ballgame"
There would be no need to be afraid anymore
Because I would make sure that all the people of this great nation are good to their core
If they're not, there are cops around
And, even if the sirens do make a sound
It'll make the "criminals" afraid to be so
Because the cops will be tough enough for them and it won't be a show
So, even though I am not capable of this
I am asking God to help with this business