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I will no longer apologize, either for my faith or my complexion. It is not my job to convince you to distinguish me from the violent sociopaths that claim to be Muslims, whose terrorism I neither support, nor condone. It is your job. Just like when a disturbed young white man shoots up a movie theatre or a school, it is my job, as someone with a conscience, to distinguish them from others. It’s not my job to plead with you to shake my hand without cringing, nor am I going to applaud you when you treat me with common decency; it’s not an accomplishment. It’s simply the right thing to do. Honestly, it’s not that hard.
Seema Jilani, Huffington Post (via thelittlephilosopher)
(Source: ma-salaama, via theshipofsalvation)
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I remember awakening one morning
and finding everything smeared with the color of
forgotten love.
Charles Bukowski, “Memory” in What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire (via larmoyante)
(via awakeningtheheart)
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Blessed is he whose own faults keep him from seeing the faults of others.
Alī ibn Abī Ṭālib (as)
(Source: farcae, via awakeningtheheart)
