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Breaking via ABC News: UN Human Rights Council votes to open inquiry into alleged war crimes in Gaza; U.S. is the ONLY “no” vote.

That’s because the U.S. is a direct accomplice to every war crime that Israel commits.

They are afraid
Nothing but criminals. This is what they are.

Right, all these votes for “yes” but nothing will happen. Been there done that. Basically why the US is so bold to vote no.

(via muslimasalam)


I bought a spirooli. 2 days wait…



dawud-alamreeki salam alaikum. I dont have that mentality. But i think many do not intend to make hijrah or make any steps towards it. That worries me after the worries about myself, of course.

And it was a genuine question how people feel comfortable here, because I cant imagine that, I want to understand. I wondered, not necesarily critisized.

May Allah bless you

I used to plan for hijrah, but after learning that there’s just as much or more terrible things everywhere else, I became disillusioned =(

Source: muslimasalam


If only I could learn not to push people away.

Positive thoughts!

Source: ummnooboo

all this thinking and learning, preparing, changing…so little doing. I have to do. I have to do the thing…

I love Mississippi, love being close to my parents. Soon I’m gonna be the only one here, and the only one still clinging to MS. I gotta be braver than this. So done being in the 98 percent, and it has nothing to do with wealth. It has everything to do with not taking the leap of faith and believing that I’ll succeed.


Get a New York state nursing license,

Get a nursing job in New York,

Find a roommate,

Find a school for Aliyah,


Find a part-time internship at a fashion house, paid or not,

I need to do this within a year.

How much of this is necessary, I don’t know. But-

It’s freaking exciting thinking about it and I’d rather fail trying than wonder…


I typed costumers instead of customers…and was confused.


The guy I thought I was gonna marry, who my parents thought I was gonna marry…and he thought he was gonna marry me…never called me again.

I never met such a kind person, especially a man. Didn’t mind that I was raising Aliyah and that she was hyper, didn’t mind that I worked, etc. All the things that men view as bad traits, he saw them as evidence that I was a responsible person. 

We were so alike, even down to the fact the we didn’t like wearing coats, our financial aims were the same, and religious aims were the same, etc. It was so easy to talk to him, like we’d been friends forever.

My whole family liked him and was excited. Aliyah was claiming him as her dad and drawing pictures of us as a family. Sisters were planning an engagement party for me.

Then he never called again.

To be that close and still end up single, I felt that Allah was forcing me to realize something, but I wasn’t…and still not…sure what it is. It could be as simple as showing me that he wasn’t the right guy, or it can be as complex as me learning to accept eternal loneliness. 

I kept it buried and didn’t really talk about it, but now I realize it hurts. But I’ll be ok. Hurt is good. Hurting is human.


Subconsciously, I want to love some guy, but it’s not something I outwardly chase.