في هذه الايام المباركة من شهر رمضان الكريم ندعو من الله تعالى ان يحفظ الامارات حكومة وشعبا. بلد العز و الكرامة. بلد الخير و العطاء. بلدٍ الانسانية و التسامح. بلد الأمن والأمان. اللهم نستودعك دولة الإمارات الحبيبة. اللهم احفظها من كل طامع و حاقد وحسود. أللهم آمين.
once you reach the age of 30 you realize none of this online shit matters and you start getting really into books with names like "patterns of psychosexual infantilism" published in 1952
Every day, we sit at that coffee shop, spending time with friends. Since the morning, I don’t know what made me decide not to go there early, but at some point I chose to head there—and on my way, my friend Ahmed was waiting for me at the door. Just minutes before I reached him, the place was bombed, the missile landed on the very table we used to sit at every day.
When I arrived, I found the martyrs lying on the ground, all in pieces. My heart was burning, fearing for Ahmed—until I saw him, gasping for breath, telling me, “They’re all dead.” I hugged him and my eyes filled with tears.
I don’t know what the wisdom is behind God saving me from death for the tenth time. I just want all of this to end, even if my soul is the price. I’m exhausted. I want my soul to rise up.
Maybe I’m writing to you today,
but tomorrow… maybe I won’t.
She's so blinded by her racism she can't even see how ridiculous she looks. How do you chastise a man whose 31 relatives were killed by the Israeli military about some complicit soldier?
We live in a world where you open an app on your phone and scroll for 30 minutes to a flood of body parts, limbs, piles of charred corpses, every single day for eleven months straight. Zionism is destroying humanity and the world, and it must be defeated.