Capitalism ruins literally everything 😄 twitter went from daily ranting logs to just a tailored engagement farming app like ppl are just saying anything rn for pennies 😅
There is a very specific female fatigue that comes from knowing exactly what is happening, explaining exactly what is happening, being told you are overreacting, and then watching exactly what is happening happen with excellent punctuality.
a rhaena era pra estar sendo totalmente paparicada no vale, vivendo a the best life e tendo músicas sendo escritas sobre a beleza dela aí vem a hbo e faz ela comer ovelha meio crua vomitada por um dragão 🤡
“How did we go from paper straws to data centres?”
no one listened to the environmentalists who said unchecked corporate pollution was the bigger issue.
In 1879, a simple Egyptian peasant woman named Mubarka Khafaji from a village in Kafr El-Sheikh married a farmer, Ibrahim Atta, who worked for daily wages. Due to financial hardship, he divorced her even though she was in the final months of her pregnancy.
Mubarka moved with her mother and brother to Alexandria, where she gave birth to her son, Ali Ibrahim Atta. She made a firm decision to do everything possible to raise and educate him in the best way.
She had countless reasons to despair and grow bitter toward men, but she did not. She could have forced her son into child labor selling tissues at traffic lights, but instead she worked as a cheese seller in the streets of Alexandria to support him.
She enrolled her son Ali in the Ras El-Tin Primary School. After he completed primary education, his father came to take him away to make him work with only a basic certificate.
But Mubarka’s dreams were much greater. She secretly moved her son from the roof of her house to the neighboring roof and fled with him to Cairo, enrolling him in the Khedivial School in Darb El-Gamamiz. She worked for a family in order to fund his education.
Ali excelled in his studies and was admitted to medical school in 1897, graduating in 1901.
Fifteen years later, Sultan Hussein Kamel fell seriously ill, and doctors were unable to diagnose his condition. Dr. Othman Ghaleb suggested the name of Dr. Ali Ibrahim. He successfully performed a critical surgery, after which he was appointed as the Sultan’s chief surgical consultant and personal physician, receiving the title of "Bey."
In 1922, King Fouad I granted him the title of "Pasha."
In 1929, Dr. Ali Pasha Ibrahim became the first Egyptian dean of the Faculty of Medicine at Fouad I University (Cairo University). He later became the university’s president.
In 1940, he was appointed Minister of Health. In the same year, he founded the Egyptian Medical Syndicate and became its first president. He also served as a member of the Egyptian Parliament.
His mother was: An uneducated, rural, divorced peasant woman.
Yet she raised a son who changed history.
The reform of any society begins with a mother.
Salute to every mother who is a true school of life.
Remember when people were FREAKING OUT about 5G making tiny little frequency noises that’ll kill birds and fry our brains? What happened to that energy with data centres?
Bro I'm so sick of pretending this isn't weird.
The internet spent 20 years creating tutorials, open-source projects, blog posts & answers for free.
AI companies turned all of it into products worth billions.
And now the same people who created that knowledge are being told they're replaceable.
We built the library.
Someone else started charging admission.
Witches call it magic. Religious people call it prayer. Spiritualists call it manifestation. Atheists call it the placebo effect. Scientists call it quantum physics. Everyone debates its name, but no one denies its existence.
How will you continue your day after hearing that a father in Gaza, trapped beneath the rubble, begged rescuers not to save him?
Not because he had lost hope in life, but because he could hear his daughters’ final breaths beneath the debris. Their tiny hands were holding his in the darkness, as if pleading with him one last time. He was the father who had always been their safe refuge, yet this time he was powerless to pull them from the dust and shattered concrete.
Only his head was visible above the wreckage. He looked into the eyes of the rescuers, his own eyes exhausted by fear and helplessness, and said:
“Leave me… my daughters are here… I do not want to come out alone.”
What heart can bear such a scene? What language can describe the agony of a father who realizes he is losing his daughters one by one, while still holding their hands until they grow cold, unable to offer rescue or even one final embrace?
How will your day go on after knowing this story? How will you sit at your table in peace, or laugh at something trivial, knowing that somewhere there was a father whose last wish was not to survive alone?
And the question that continues to haunt the human conscience remains:
How much pain must the world witness before it finally hears the cry of a single father there?
After a certain age, your parents slowly become your children. They ask simple questions, repeat stories, and depend on your patience the way you once depended on theirs. Very few understand this role reversal. What looks like innocence or inconvenience is really time coming full circle. Don't correct them harshly. Don't rush them. Care for them the way they once protected you. This is not a burden. It is repayment.
Nobody wants a city on Mars. Nobody wants AI in every app. Nobody wants a robot butler. Nobody wants data centers everywhere. Nobody wants flying cars or humanoid robots. We want clean water, we want bees to survive, and we want a habitable planet.
Meet Aryan Verma, 21 yrs, R/o Shahjahanpur, UP
> Father: Inspector in Horticulture Department
> Mother: Govt school teacher
> Failed to clear NEET twice
> Wanted to become an army officer
So, he dressed up as a brigadier with complete props:
> SUV fitted with military insignia
> air pistol
> fake army ID
> two bouncers to pose as NSG commandos
> a uniformed driver.
Ex-servicemen of the area found him suspicious because his age did not match the high rank.
They invited him to a program at the martyr’s museum in the cantonment area and apprehended him there.
BLACK SEED OIL RUBBED INTO YOUR CHEST AT NIGHT OPENS THE AIRWAYS, STRENGTHENS LUNG TISSUE, AND WAS CALLED "A CURE FOR EVERYTHING BUT DEATH" BY HEALERS FOR OVER 3,000 YEARS.
21-year-old Aryan Verma from UP dressed up as an Army Brigadier, told his family & neighbours he’s the youngest ever to reach that rank.
After failing NEET, he even rented a fancy SUV, hired fake escorts & gave motivational talks.
Just to avoid studying he faked it all😭