Shabnam Nadiya's Blog, page 5

ofwhichiamtheworst:a male feminist walks into a barbecause it was set so low

ofwhichiamtheworst:

a male feminist walks into a bar

because it was set so low

Turning and turning in the widening gyre?

Turning and turning in the widening gyre?

"“Mami, it gets cold out there where the mine is.” She takes a thermos of coffee and..."

““Mami, it gets cold out there where the mine is.” She takes a thermos of coffee and sandwiches, too, because she knows she’s going to have to wait, because more than likely she’ll have to face another trial of patience. That’s been the lesson of Maria Segovia’s life up to this moment: You defend your humanity with patience and determination, by making your voice heard to those who judge you a lesser being for your timeworn clothes, your callused hands, and your sunburned skin.”

- Deep Down Dark: The Untold Stories of 33 Men Buried in a Chilean Mine, and the Miracle That Set Them Free by Héctor Tobar

দলিল, শওকত আলী

দলিল, শওকত আলী

kateoplis:Hayv Kahraman: ‘How Iraqi Are You?’

kateoplis:

Hayv Kahraman: ‘How Iraqi Are You?’

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"America let loose on America–All living is listening for a throat to open–"

“America let loose on America–

All living is listening for a throat to open–”

- Citizen: An American Lyric, Claudia Rankine

"On the tip of a tongue one note following another is another path, another dawn where the pink sky..."

“On the tip of a tongue one note following another is another path, another dawn where the pink sky is the bloodshot of struck, of sleepless, of sorry, of senseless, shush. Those years of and before me and my brothers, the years of passage, plantations, migration, of Jim Crow segregation, of poverty, inner cities, profiling, of one in three, two jobs, boy, hey boy, each a felony, accumulate into the hours inside our lives where we are all caught hanging, the rope inside us, the tree inside us, its roots our limbs, a throat sliced through and when we open our mouth to speak, blossoms, o blossoms, no place coming out, brother, dear brother, that kind of blue. The sky is the silence of brothers all the day leading up to my call.”

- Claudia Rankine, Citizen: An American Lyric

"The world is wrong. You can’t put the past behind you. It’s buried in you: it’s..."

“The world is wrong. You can’t put the past behind you. It’s buried in you: it’s turned your flesh into its own cupboard.”

- Claudia Rankine, Citizen: An American Lyric

Oh, look, someone gif-ed my life

Oh, look, someone gif-ed my life