My Nomadic Mind. ^.^ |
A Muslimah in progress. Trying to live life making as few mistakes as humanly possible. Which is so hard that I go to the other extreme at times and make the worst mistakes. But, no regrets. |
We are so unbelievably flawed as human beings. Why do we put ourselves and others through this torture by continuing to exist? #yaAllah
Need to enhance people’s quality of living= advances in technology= companies grow= work increases, which would be okay you think since population (aka manpower) keeps growing, too, right. But no, can’t hire no more people cz costs are too high. But amount of work to be done still keeps accumulating. Those unemployed suffer, those employed suffer. Whose qualities of living are being advanced? Those rascals should feel guilty, no. Survival of the fittest.
Whose and what sort of freedom and cause are they fighting for, when those they say they’re fighting for are already slowly being halved in number? What stops men from waving the white flag if it may stop these inhumane massacres? For all the games that men play, it’s the little ones who pay.
She said I probably don’t use soap
which is why my skin is so dirty,
Brown.
Why can’t I just wash my genes clean,
wear my face, arms, back, legs
in the shade like forsha girls.
I learned to hate the sun at a young age,
and my skin long before then.
No amount of scrubbing…
(Source: kitschyliving)
(Source: baza-r, via georgiangentility)
Craving a trip to South Korea! I’ve always wanted to go there someday, but sudden urge popped up like those Indian street food/dessert cravings. Not as easily satiable though, no?
Cricket at 11000 feet.
Beautiful. The kids from Sabbah Haji’s school up in the hills of Kashmir, and their volunteer @grumpygoan.
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YUP
An interview with Andrei Tarkovsky.
26 years mA :’)
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