Blessed being.
soobaxblog: A mother returns to Somalia after 17 years in Norway. This is what longing for home looks like. (via Radio Mogadishu)

soobaxblog:

A mother returns to Somalia after 17 years in Norway. This is what longing for home looks like. (via Radio Mogadishu)

(Source: zuleikha)

Yemeni and Saudi forces kill 11 Somali immigrants

At least eleven illegal immigrants from Somalia have been killed this week as they crossed into Saudi Arabia from Yemen according to the Somali embassy in Sana’a.

Thousands of Somalis fleeing drought, famine and violence flood into Yemen every month despite its own humanitarian crisis. In total, the United Nations estimates around 200,000 Somali refugees are now in Yemen with many using the historical migratory route to else where to seek a better life.

(Source: darling80m)

“So thank God the stars don’t judge us for what we do beneath them…”

coolstoryjaimie:

“Cab Rides & the Morning After” by Alysia Harris

I just watched this for the first time, & she has done it again. I’m in tears. I swear she writes about me. 

“Tú creas en Dios pero tu haces malas cosas” 
You believe in God, but you do bad things 
Suddenly I realized I was in a place where all they play is house music
But can’t say I really felt at home
in a barely audible, barely recognizable zone
Between having a good time and simply wasting it
I was a glutton with a grin, drinking warm gin, knowing no one’s name
but somehow I was everyone’s friend 
I was standing in stilettos that made me six feet tall
but still felt small
I was messing up the shoes I paid too much for and still hurt to walk in
Talk about conviction
Truth is, nobody believes me when I say I’m a virgin
Truth is, the bible didn’t see the inside of my face for a week while I was on vacation
Truth is, I’m not innocent
I’m just an abstinent fireplace that doesn’t wanna feel the fire kindle between her legs anymore
So don’t mind the ashes, they’re just evidence of how brightly I can glow
And I wanna glow hard, like one dim star
on an otherwise starless night 
that shines just to prove its fidelity 
I know what you must think of me, 
“What hypocrisy!”
But I don’t wanna enter prayer reeking of my addiction, stinking of cologne 
I don’t want God to smell another man on me
Mistaking ménage à trois for the Trinity 
So thank God the stars don’t judge us for what we do beneath them…
 

(via thestriversrow)

To be a capitalist is to understand and accept that any luxury you experience—the roof over your head, clean water you drink, food you eat, clothes you wear, shoes on your feet, institutions that protect and educate you, employment, technology—is paid for by the suffering and deaths of untold numbers of human beings.

—Son of Baldwin (via sonofbaldwin)

Don’t You ever

doperamen:

Dont you ever in your life disrespect a single mom. Especially one who stays with their children till adulthood and beyond. Do you know how hard it is to raise a child or children by yourself? If you do know what that’s like, you have earned respect. If you dont, then just sit back and admire true strength. Just Don’t ever disrespect it.

‎”Obama’s defenders have repeatedly said he must be a president for all Americans, not just African Americans, and Obama himself has made similar statements. But this argument is disingenuous. When other important constituencies ask the president to support their policy initiatives — say, Jewish groups on Middle East matters, or the LGBT community on “don’t ask, don’t tell” and marriage equality, or women’s groups on reproductive rights — can you imagine him responding that he can’t address their particular interests because, as president, he has to be concerned with all people?” Fredrick Harris


http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/still-waiting-for-our-first-black-president/2012/06/01/gJQARsT16U_print.html