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God will let you keep some things on the road to destiny but pride is not one of them


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“Every soul will be paid in full for its deeds, for Allah knows best what they have done.” — Al Qur’aan [39:70]


sorry, but the international human rights regime is such a farce. not a single thinking person is still convinced this is not genocide & standing by finger wagging holding encyclopedias without an apparatus of enforcement against those responsible is maddening to watch


beauty is a blessing but be vigilant. you spend so much time trying to maintain it only to look back on your years & realize the very thing you clung to so tightly was letting you go all along. don’t let vanity trick you out of true self-cultivation— read, write, build things.


“I'm doing it right now, finally maybe I'm winning even if it just looks like my fingers are shaking” — Ocean Vuong


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This is our Kitchen in Al Fashir North Darfur; our first kitchen in Darfur and by far the most challenging kitchen for us to setup. This kitchen serves 700 displaced people who have taken refuge in Al Fashir. The siege on Al Fashir imposed by the RSF militia means that we have…

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make today today, yesterday will give you sufficient reasons to not rise again


‘the light at fajr’ oil on paper— a portrait of my father 🖤

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Let the ache and suffering lead you to Allah.


damn 50 days left of the year, so much to leave behind …but nothing more important than that God awful Kendrick Lamar song


I thank God everyday for Islam, more and more I realize people believe in absolutely nothing beyond their own desires & have no sense of consequence, scary

I completely understand Martha Stewart. When men cheat, they destroy homes, families, legacies and traumatize generations. When women cheat, its just a little bit of play.



it’s dark out, where is the law now? you left me lonely in the season of thieves


“Finding sanity is trusting the technology of the body to return you to center when your mind is failing you” -Sol


at 17 we tell the world how ready we are, then at 27 all we think is “I’m not ready, please I’m not ready”


strange no one talks about the fact that modified bodies dont feel like natural bodies. eating w false teeth isnt like real teeth, augmented breasts lose the nerve sensitivity of natural breasts. young people arent even enjoying their youthful bodies before making them into props


The devil knows your nature, not your future. But if he can exploit your nature, he doesn’t have to know your future.


“what came first the fruit or the seed?” “hunger.”


The central question of Black American life since the end of slavery has been “What does it mean to be a free man?” Of all the poetic & violent ways we’ve lived out that question, never did I imagine so many of my generation would posit “Good money, good job” as the answer.


This is why I will continue to argue Trump is the best representative for America— profane, selfish, violent, ignorant, fickle, and arrogant. But Americans, Liberals especially, are the least self-aware people on earth so they never recognize their own reflection.

If you’re in Michigan, don’t continue to patronize those corner stores, shops, bakeries and gas stations owner by Arab Americans. They showed you who they are.



failing is not the hardest thing, the hardest thing is succeeding only to wake up one day and ask “whose dream was this?”


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