🇯🇵 If Muslims are allowed to build mosques here on our holy sites then we must be given permission to build shinto shrines in Mecca.
We need some right next to the Kaaba. It's only fair.
USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.
I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.
Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.
In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.
This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.
The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.
So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.
The owner asked if everything was okay.
"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."
He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"
I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.
I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.
So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.
And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.
Reborn.
A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.
On karmelo Anthomy
If there was one black juror he would be found innocent or their would be a hung jury
Since theres not, hes gonna go to prison like (probably) should, and they're gonna chimp out like floyd died again
How Your boyfriend Looks at you When you actually Tell him to Get Professional Help and Medication when he Threatens to Kill himself instead of Saying "shhhh baby Its alright" and blowing Him:
>make a rape joke about something that never happens
>pay money to bot the likes
>thousands of other dumb men think it's real and now they pretend it happens to them too
>think that you won something.
All this shows is that men are gullible and they are too stupid to realize it.
Not just some guy: He's a Black Hebrew Israelite.
Not just a horn: that's a Shofar.
In ancient texts and Hebrew Tradition, blowing the Shofar signaled the start of war.