Hi there, I’m Sami, a 19 year old student from London. I’m trying to raise support for a petition I’ve made for my mum because she was forced to marry a paedophile when she was a child, and it has 4,200 signatures so far just from me asking people :) I hope that you’ll sign this petition at http://www.gopetition.co.uk/petitions/justice-for-saira.html I hope that after reading the petition you’d like to help me gain more signatures, so please could you re-blog my Tumblr Poster about the petition so all your followers can see & sign too? The link to this post is: http://isamiahmed.tumblr.com/post/1338727597
If you could share the link to the petition on Facebook/Twitter, that’d be great too. It’s just so important that this is shared with as many people as possible, and that people know we can make a difference in the world. With love, Sami Ahmed.
Sami: I signed the petition. God bless you. I re-posted it as well. All the best.
My name is Sami Ahmed, (right) i’m 19 years old and have started a petition for my mum (left) because when she was 13, she was forced into a child marriage. So far this has over 4,000 signatures. To read the petition and sign it, please visit …
last night - or early this morning rather - i received a thought or an idea of a title for a written piece. i don’t know if it should be a poem or prose or what but the title just popped into my head when i came into conciousness earlier today. the title you ask?
The Showiness of Incandescent Lightbulbs
…trust me i thought it was weird too, but it came to me. maybe i was dreaming; i have no idea. but i am going to play with that idea - as odd as it might be. we’ll see what comes of it.
Any ideas out there in Tumblrland? Facebookworld? Twitterverse?
you know sometimes things just don’t make sense or add up. that, then, causes disconnects that severely frustrate me. i feel like i’m wandering around a desolate expanse inside, just searching for some understanding; or at least a semblance of it. i’m lost right now and i don’t know how to be found or to find what i really want. i presume that’s life though - imma have to find my own way and deliver myself from this vague, murky area to one of crisp, clean clarity. thinking and praying my way out of here. it’s hard to navigate other people’s minds and thoughts and feelings - probably the toughest thing known to man - unless, of course, you’re a mind reader - which i am not. i just want understanding and empathy but maybe that’s too selfish. i don’t know. but all i do know is i need some help - a GPS from on high please father to help me navigate this space.
An interesting talk given by Morehouse alum, Dr. L’Heureux Dumi Lewis, at Morehouse College’s Founder’s Day Symposium. Lewis’ talk is on an emerging topic of his sociological research - Black Male Privilege. It’s a very fascinating talk. Check it out!
There’s clearly a problem with the way in which my male cousin was brought up. His attitudes and behaviors are indicative of a form of entitlement, one that drives his belief that he should get what he wants when he wants, tells him that his socially unacceptable behaviors like chewing with his…
“We are all a volume on a shelf of a library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands. A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as fiesty; we are thickly layered, page upon lying page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together.”—
Honey, Baby, Sweetheart a novel by Deb Caletti (via xxsimplicity)
:: a seminal, powerfully metaphorical critique ~ nolan minori
i am sitting here in the dark; vibing to Kanye’s latest adventure on a very early 20th Christmas morning. i must say that i am happy to be alive. life for me - all 1 score of it- has been a journey. i am still so young, however, and i’m sure there is so much more to unfold. i have to say that i am grateful that God has shown himself in my life: in my beautiful family and friends, and in the experiences that have netted me the insights and timeless wisdom that i hold dear to my heart. i must say, as of late, i have not had the best of luck per se: school hasn’t been a cakewalk, things at home aren’t necessarily the beau ideal - but things could always be worse; and for many in this world things are far more despondent. gesturing from that very concept, i cannot help but take a moment and thank my Father above for what He as allowed and blessed me to have: life, strength, a sound mind, good health, my loving, Christ-centered family, my persevering friends and a place to call home - water to drink, food to eat, clothes to wear - and above all the ability to think, to learn, and to apply my energies and talents to helping and loving others.
i am not perfect. i fail incessantly. however, failure does not render me incapable of trying, of striving. life is about unity and struggle the great writer Amiri Baraka (LeRoi Jones) says. so on this christmas in 2010, I give thanks to God for all those he has put around me. naming you all isn’t necessary - you all know who you are.
anyway i wish everyone who encounters this message a very special merry christmas and a happy new year (Happy Holidays). I pray that you find Love, Peace, and Happiness.
Keep trying, keep pushing, keep struggling, keep praying, and never stop Loving!
#pray #love #pray #love #pray #love and then #pray and #love some more
A beautiful gift from my beautiful lady love. The gift of music from Rochester. It’s amazing that technology has afforded us such capabilities as this; gifting me Ye’s latest album on Christmas while states separate us. Amazing! Thank you babe. Merry Christmas everyone!
i don’t always get it - i often fail more than i succeed - i’m insecure and can be jealous at times - i think with a pessimism that some might call crazy - i am jealous cuz I don’t feel myself adequate, worthy, or fit in the shadows of those reflections of that other guy in your eyes. i find some way to usurp my own confidence and find a dark place where he is what i want to be to you; and all of a sudden i don’t matter. my heart palpitates with anger and love at the same time cuz i dont know why i get so miserable - but it seems beauty is a hot commodity for the superficial - and maybe you see something in him that makes you want to explore. i’m, then, insecure cuz i can’t see why you deal with me. i’m so backwards and all over the place that I don’t know which was is up. i’m so wrong and trusting and then un-trusting. i’m a confused nomad in my heart who feigns this ‘i-have-it-all-together’ countenance. whatever. i’m more of a deceit to myself than those i conjure about you because of my own guilt, shame, and insecurity. i am - at worst - an amoral, hypocritical fake. it’s hard to tear yourself down like that, but that’s what i am - or can be, have been. I am cripplingly passive. #candidIntrapersonalCritque
Progression is accepting and Loving others regardless of your disposition about their worldview or beliefs or personal choices. We don’t have to agree - but because we differ we should not ostracize, exempt, or otherwise marginalize others. In that spirit, DADT is a motion that gestures toward the common good and the ideals this country claims to aim for.