When your classmates wrinkled their noses at the scent of your lunch still lingering on your clothes,
Even though their ancestors had conquered half the world in search of the spices you ate.
How they jeered at your mother’s bindi, making crude jokes about how ridiculous it looked on her,
And after ten years, how they all wore the exact same ornament on their own foreheads to keep up with the current trends.
When they repeatedly stumbled over the sharp letters which formed your name, forcing you to repeat yourself several times before giving up;
Only to have those very letters tattooed on their own flesh, in a language they do not comprehend.
Your culture belongs to you,
Not to them.
— Muneeb Hasan [08.10.14] (via muneebb)
Seek the love that frees you and raises you.
Leave the love that shackles, behind."
— Yasmin Mogahed (via islamicrays)
— Anonymous (via wnq-writers)
Do not be confused
between doing what
is right and doing what
is right for you.
-A.S., "Selfishness is not always as bad as it seems."
— Confucius (via extramadness)