Muslim. American. Hijabi. Student. 20-something years old.Ask me anything
You know when Muslim girls younger than me freak out about wanting to get married, and some scholar says something like they’re too immature to get married because they don’t understand that marriage isn’t just about some guy laying a blanket over you because you’re cold or some other romantic crap… sometimes I think it’s really because they look at us older girls who aren’t married and they fear becoming us.
The scene in Hey Arnold the Movie where Helga finally declares her love for Arnold and Arnold is like, “WTF is going on?!” is how I imagine things to go if I ever confess that I have feelings for a guy.
A song is words and notes,
bound by melody and sung.
A song is an encapsulated memory,
a fragment of a moment
colored by happiness or sorrow.
bringing tears to my eyes,
or a smile to my lips.
A song is a friend,
a companion on long roads,
comforting in shifting times,
succor to an encumbered mind.
A song is a window,
escape from the mundane,
enticing with what could be…
A song is just words and notes
bound by melody and sung.
This is the largest mass shooting in the United States where the shooters were still at large after the crime was committed. Think about that for a minute. From Columbine to Virginia Tech to Fort Hill to Aurora, all the shooters were either killed or apprehended on site. But the person or people responsible for shooting 19 Americans are still free.
So why am I allowed to go outside? Where’s the city quarantine or FBI and Homeland Security presence for this act of “terrorism”?
Because this is an act of domestic terrorism right? Just because the alleged shooter was wearing a white tee and jeans does that suddenly make the shooting a gang-related affair? And we all know how irrelevant gang-related shootings are in America. The Mother’s Day shooting is so irrelevant that politicians haven’t even bothered to mention it to further their anti-gun agendas. If the shootings aren’t even important enough for politicians to spin, then it’s truly reached a black hole of irrelevance.
Did I mention the shooter is still on the loose? I have? Just checking. Police have released photos and video of one of the suspects, but he is still at large.
Now take a moment and imagine a Mother’s Day Parade in the suburbs of Denver, a neighborhood in Edina or a plaza in Austin where bullets rain down on civilians and even hit children. I can’t help but imagine the around-the-clock news coverage. And I can’t help but think it’s because most of America can identify with the fear of being bombarded with gunfire while just enjoying a parade in the middle of town. But America can’t identify with being at a parade in the “inner city” where “gang violence” erupts. The “oh my God, that could happen to me” factor isn’t present with a story about New Orleans or the Chicago southside. jayaprada)
Sometimes it’s really interesting to see posts in the #islam tag that are either written by Sunni Muslims that are anti-Shia or Shia Muslims that are anti-Sunni. They both end with attacks against the other sect that simplify arguments and try to make the other sect look like its full of buffoons. At certain times it makes me wonder why we as Muslims don’t recognize the over 1000 years of scholarship produced by Muslims of various ideologies, and then at other times it makes me wonder if I act the same way as these tumblrers in certain regards (maybe not something like differentiating between two sects, but perhaps how I seem to always see Salafi thought as backwards without truly understanding the scholarship behind them?)
DANNY AND MINDY