Celebrating World Hijab Day for “inclusivity” is like celebrating Female Genital Mutilation Day and branding it as women’s empowerment.
Western liberals have lost the plot.
A woman cuts her hair at her sister’s funeral in #Iran, because the regime shot her sister in the head.
Let me be clear with Western female politicians, especially those in leadership positions in Europe: Do not cut your hair in symbolic solidarity with Iranian women. Cut your ties with our killers.
Believe me cutting your hair for Instagram solidarity, doesn’t scare dictators. It doesn’t save lives. It just makes you feel better. Stop legitimizing our terrorist regime.
Her name was Melika Dastyab.
She was 21, a musician, economics student and she was dead by security forces while her sister stood next to her.
That’s not a hashtag.
That’s a crime against humanity.
Iranian woman lights her cigarette with a burning photo of the ayatollah. This is braver than anything an American feminist has done in the 21st century. Actual badass:
Iraq has lowered the age of consent to 9.
Under Sharia law, every girl in this photo would be married by now. But we’re ’racist’ for criticising their paedophilic ideology?
麦克阿瑟将军:一个父亲的祷告
- 经典祷告文
“主啊!求你塑造我的儿子,
使他坚强到能够认识自己的软弱;
勇敢到能够面对惧怕;
在诚实的失败中,毫不气馁;
在胜利中,仍保持谦逊温和。
恳求你塑造我的儿子,
不至空有幻想而缺乏行动;
引导他认识你,同时又知道,
认识自己乃是知识的基石。
我祈祷,
愿你引导他不求安逸、舒适,
��反的,经过压力、艰难和挑战,
学习在风暴中挺身站立,
并学会怜悯那些在重压之下失败的人。
求你塑造我的儿子,
心地纯洁,目标远大;
使他在指挥别人之前,先懂得驾驭自己;
永不忘记过去的教训,又能伸展未来的理想。
当他拥有以上的一切,
我还要祈求,赐他足够的幽默感,
使他能够认真严肃,却不致过分苛求自己。
恳求赐他谦卑,使他永远牢记:
真正伟大中的平凡,
真正智慧中的开明,
真正勇力中的温柔。
如此,我这作父亲的,
才敢低声说:“我没有虚度此生。”
A Father Prayer by General Douglas MacArthur (May 1952)
Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.
Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee ?and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.
Lead him I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail.
Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.
And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.
Then, I, his father, will dare to whisper, have not lived in vain.