It doesn’t much matter what line of argument you take as a woman. If you venture into traditional male territory, the abuse comes anyway. It’s not what you say that prompts it—it’s the fact that you are saying it.
- Mary Beard, speaking at the British Museum in February. Rebecca Mead profiles the Cambridge academic and “troll slayer” in this week’s issue. (via newyorker)
iamcaradelevingne:

#regram @carasuperhero praying for the children of the world 🙏

iamcaradelevingne:

#regram @carasuperhero praying for the children of the world 🙏

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.
- Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin  (via ankaheebaatein)
fairtrademarkus:

You can be the generation to end poverty! You have the power to do something amazing. Choose Fairtrade, and change the world one purchase at a time. #ThePowerOfYou

fairtrademarkus:

You can be the generation to end poverty! You have the power to do something amazing. Choose Fairtrade, and change the world one purchase at a time. #ThePowerOfYou

islamicthinking:

Drown your sorrow in sujood.

islamicthinking:

Drown your sorrow in sujood.

humansofnewyork:

"One day I drove into the city to buy goods for my shop. I repaired antennas and satellite dishes, so I needed some replacement parts. But on the road there was a checkpoint for the Syrian government, and two soldiers came up to my car. They began to argue with each other. ‘Let’s take him,’ said one of them. 'Let him go,' said the other. And they went back and forth, and back and forth. But finally the first man won the argument, and they took me out of my car, put a blindfold on me, and took me to jail. When I got to the jail, they began beating me with a cord. They asked me if I supported the rebels. I kept saying 'No,' but they kept beating me. They took off all my clothes. They said: 'We are going to whip you 35 times, and if you say 'ouch,' we will start from the beginning. They whipped me and kicked me and broke 3 of my ribs. They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers you’ve killed.’ I said: ‘None.’They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers!”I said: ‘None. I haven’t killed anyone.’But they kept beating me and they ripped off my toenails and I screamed: ‘Eleven! Eleven! I killed eleven soldiers!’ So they put me into prison. But I never killed any soldiers. I never fought anyone. I’m a good person. I have a very sweet heart. You believe me when I tell you this, don’t you?”(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)

humansofnewyork:

"One day I drove into the city to buy goods for my shop. I repaired antennas and satellite dishes, so I needed some replacement parts. But on the road there was a checkpoint for the Syrian government, and two soldiers came up to my car. They began to argue with each other. ‘Let’s take him,’ said one of them. 
'Let him go,' said the other. And they went back and forth, and back and forth. But finally the first man won the argument, and they took me out of my car, put a blindfold on me, and took me to jail. When I got to the jail, they began beating me with a cord. They asked me if I supported the rebels. I kept saying 'No,' but they kept beating me. They took off all my clothes. They said: 'We are going to whip you 35 times, and if you say 'ouch,' we will start from the beginning. They whipped me and kicked me and broke 3 of my ribs. 
They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers you’ve killed.’ 
I said: ‘None.’
They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers!”
I said: ‘None. I haven’t killed anyone.’
But they kept beating me and they ripped off my toenails and I screamed: ‘Eleven! Eleven! I killed eleven soldiers!’ So they put me into prison. But I never killed any soldiers. I never fought anyone. I’m a good person. I have a very sweet heart. You believe me when I tell you this, don’t you?”
(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)

servantofthemostforgiving:

humansofnewyork:

"My brother went to college in America, and it was very hard for my parents to send him there. My father worked two jobs. I’d always hear him talking to my mother about money troubles. So when I graduated from high school, I went straight to work, to help pay for my brother’s school. I never resented it, because I knew he was more intelligent than me, and he deserved it. But now he has a great job in Australia, and I wish that I’d gone to college. But you know what? That same brother married into a family with two sisters. He married the older sister. And at the wedding, I met the younger sister, we danced, and now we are married. Her name means ‘angel,’ and she is my angel. And I tell her every day that she’s better than being a millionaire. So my brother got his job. And I got my wife." (Dhana, Jordan)

Beautiful!

servantofthemostforgiving:

humansofnewyork:

"My brother went to college in America, and it was very hard for my parents to send him there. My father worked two jobs. I’d always hear him talking to my mother about money troubles. So when I graduated from high school, I went straight to work, to help pay for my brother’s school. I never resented it, because I knew he was more intelligent than me, and he deserved it. But now he has a great job in Australia, and I wish that I’d gone to college. But you know what? That same brother married into a family with two sisters. He married the older sister. And at the wedding, I met the younger sister, we danced, and now we are married. Her name means ‘angel,’ and she is my angel. And I tell her every day that she’s better than being a millionaire. So my brother got his job. And I got my wife." (Dhana, Jordan)

Beautiful!

amnestyusa:

Today we honor victims of police brutality in solidarity with Ferguson, MO. Join in the National Moment of Silence at 7:20pm tonight.
Independent investigations in Ferguson and New York are a start. But now is the time to end unnecessary and excessive force.

amnestyusa:

Today we honor victims of police brutality in solidarity with Ferguson, MO. Join in the National Moment of Silence at 7:20pm tonight.

Independent investigations in Ferguson and New York are a start. But now is the time to end unnecessary and excessive force.

Do not despair, dear heart, but come to the Lord with all your jagged wounds, black bruises, and running sores. He alone can heal, and He delights to do it. It is our Lord’s office to bind up the brokenhearted, and He is gloriously at home at it.
- Charles Spurgeon (via craigtowens)

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