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stuhde · 1 year

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i had shared what is happening in sudan on a long facebook post last night, but it virtually received almost little to no engagement or shares from the nearly 600 “friends” i have on the site.

this morning, my great-aunt was shot by the soldiers fighting for power, and God forbid, i lose more of my family members before eid this friday.

please read below to understand what is happening and how you can help my country. i hope the tumblr community can show more kindness than the lack of support and advocacy i’ve seen elsewhere.

يا رب اجعل هذا البلد آمناً 🇸🇩

the lack of awareness and advocacy from the African, Arab, and Muslim diaspora and the human rights community has been painful.

while Western media has done little to no coverage of the ongoing conflict in the capital city of my motherland, Sudan, it appears that the rest of the world also partakes in normalizing crimes and violence against SWANA people.

violence and war hurting the SWANA region are NOT ordinary occurrences — no one, regardless of race, creed, ethnicity, religion, and gender, should experience the unprecedented amount of violence that harms my two living grandmothers, aunts and uncles, and baby cousins who live in Khartoum.

your decision to ignore reading or educating and discussing with others about what is likely to be a civil war is complicity in viewing SWANA people as individuals who regularly experience conflict and are undeserving of help.

the silence is damaging, and it is up to us as privileged members of the diaspora (or individuals living in the Western world committed to human rights) to support the people of my country and their dream for a stable, democratically elected government.

what is happening in Sudan is a fight that started on April 15 between two competing forces for power — the Sudanese Army and the Rapid Support Forces (RSF) — neither groups are representative of the needs of our people. The Sudan Army is loyal to the dictator, Omar Al-Bashir, and the RSF is responsible for the genocide in Darfur.

with both power struggles backed by different Arab and Gulf nations, the two parties have been fighting for power for the last few years. While they worked together to try and end the people’s revolution, they lost. however, they are now in a constant power play of who will get to rule the nation.

this all means that war is NOT a reflection of my country — violence does not represent the SWANA people. Sudan is a nation of beautiful culture, strong women, intellectual and influential Islamic scholars, poets, and youth at the front lines of the revolution. we are a people committed to a region of peace for ourselves and the rest of the Ummah.

my family and the rest of Sudan’s innocent civilians are at the most risk, with many currently without drinking water, food to eat, electricity, and complete blockage to any mosques during the final nights of Ramadan, our holiest month of the year.

i ask that you please keep Sudan and our people in your prayers — donate to the Sudan Red Crescent or a mutual aid GoFund Me, email your representatives if you live in a country that can put pressure on either competing force of power, discuss this with your family and friends, and please do not forget to think about SWANA people — our brothers and sisters in Syria, Yemen, Lebanon, and many others need our love and support.

الردة_مستحيلة ✊🏾

#KeepEyesOnSudan

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entropys · 1 year

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Hello! How was this year's Ramadan?

hi!! first of all, it was really really upsetting and heart wrenching to see the massacre that happened at alaqsa, it pains me that this happens every year on the last ten days (the most holy days) of ramadan.. no matter how many times zionists repeat this it will never get easier to witness.. huge respect to palestinian resistance they are so strong may allah protect them and liberate palestine 🇵🇸

personally my ramadan has been filled with ups and downs.. it was going really well until last week where everything started to go downhill.. its been really stressful bc of uni they never give us time to rest.. so i barely sleep and a few days ago my stomach decided to be my enemy it hurt sooo bad and idk why??? nothing i did was effective i took all kinds of meds and stayed up at the hospital all night but even the hospital couldn’t help… bc of this i couldn’t go to qiyam prayers this year :(( also i couldn’t attend some exams bc i was at the hospital and i contacted my professors and most of them didn’t reply so it’s making me extremely anxious rn.. and yesterday the news of moonbin passing made my heart sink it was so shocking honestly i really liked his music a lot so it was too much to take in.. my stomach ofc got worse bc of this </3 today im feeling a little better but still not great i can’t eat anything cooked or my stomach will absolutely lose it again so i’ve been surviving on greek yogurt and salads.. which makes me sad bc tomorrow is eid :( i probably can’t have all the delicious food that will be served.. but on the bright side.. it was still overall better than the last few years.. the Thing i thought will happen didn’t.. i will not get into that as its extremely personal to me but im very relieved that it didn’t happen this year :)

#thats all… too many words…. so many things happening all at once really the right word is overwhelming #yeah.. it was very overwhelming #tomorrow is eid…. that means i will see soooooo many people and i will feel very out of place #i like eid but sometimes i wonder how much happier it would’ve been for me if my family wasn’t this huge #but yk the most satisfying things about having a huge family is seeing our donations goals close as soon as they’re open 🥹#anyways.. to my muslim mutuals الله يتقبل منكم جميعاً صالح الاعمال و كل عام وانتم بخير 🤍#asks

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 1 year

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I can tell I'm gonna be the #1 Kaveh Hater. Anything he does will get nothing but derision from me even if another character does it. I'm never going to think a positive thought about him or his actions.

I'm not big on the nasty attitude men who raise their voice every other second when things don't go their way.

Which begs the question... Why did I like Eide/Chlothar and not Kaveh?

Well, I could tell Eide was from Khaenri'ah and that meant he was probably cursed. Which meant his manic behavior makes sense if he's been alive and in pain for so long. And also, from the perspective of the people, they did no wrong so why did the gods just come and attack them? Furthermore, he watched his son turn into a Hilichurl simply for the crime of having ancestry from outside Khaenri'ah. He also lost his wife in that disaster.

Eide was literally aggressive and brash, had a nasty attitude most of the time, and seemed on the verge of exploding like a bomb. So why do I just pity him and enjoy the performance of him, but I cannot stand Kaveh?

And yes, the ENG VA of Kaveh has done a great job being expressive and there are no complaints on my end about his efforts. It's Kaveh the character who annoys the fuck out of me.

Both Alhaitham and Kaveh annoy me actually. They give off Asshole vibes, but Alhaitham's form is more rooted in his practicality. Does not get offended when people don't like him, nor when they try to plot his downfall. Does not get emotional from good or bad situations. Seems to hold no grudges at all and is totally ruled by logic and how the world truly works. Kaveh just sounds like he's an Asshole for the sake of being an Asshole.

We know next to nothing about him other than the fact that he's frivolous with money and starts screaming seconds after hearing something he doesn't like. He won a house as a joint reward but cuz he didn't like the person he won it with, he decided homelessness was better... but then came crawling back after the reward was solely awarded to the person he dislikes so much and now complains cuz he has to pay rent to live in a house that isn't his, with someone he proclaims is not his friend and that he wants no one to know about.

#genshin impact #i'm not looking up leaks just for kaveh's ass y'all

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raininyourblackeyes · 2 years

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There is this one city in my country. Many stories of that city have been told. All of them start with “Once upon a time, a city froze over. And it was summer.”

I guess this story starts like that too. I hope I will find the time on 11th July, the anniversary of Srebrenica genocide, to properly write about the events or at least share something so that maybe someone finds out about this gruesome event. Not because I lost a grandfather and cousins. But because it happened, in Europe, and it is considered the biggest massacre in Europe since World War Two, and because I fear if it still holds that horrible chilling title.

Warning: very long post ahead that I will not put under a cut. A genocide on my people does not go under a cut.

So here is a story. Today’s date is 9th July. On 9th July 1995, people of Srebrenica and nearby villages sought shelter in UN bases as it was a UN protected zone, because the Serb forces were less than a kilometre away from the city and there were rumours of air raids on their bases that night. There were no raids, UN did nothing. At least they stayed consistent, they stayed unhelpful.

Today is 9th July 2022, 27 years later and it is Eid. I went to visit this woman who was technically my nanny. She practically raised me, and knowing I stayed home alone because of the exam yesterday she invited me to have Eid lunch with her family. I tell her my cousin’s son will be going to high school in fall. She looks at me shocked. “Already?”

That is where I know what she will ask next. She will ask about that boy’s grandmother.

One heartbeat. Second. Then-

“They still never found your aunt’s sons?”

“No.”

She asks that every time I come over.

“Twenty seven years later and not a single bone.”

She tells me she can’t imagine the pain and the grief my aunt feels every day.

I know little about those two cousins. I know their names, and that the younger one was underage. I know there are two spaces saved for them next to their father’s grave in Potočari.

“They found your grandfather in Kravice. Do you know where did they find their father?”

I didn’t know my grandfather was found in Kravice mass grave. They don’t talk about it at home. I also don’t know where they found my aunt’s husband. I just know that she doesn’t wonder what would have happened if her two sons stayed with her in the “UN protected zone”. No one who stayed there stayed alive. Those who left for the forest, a bloody, long path of hope and agony – some of them came back. Her two older sons, her husband, and her father did not. Her youngest brother did.

So before I tell you what else I know and don’t know about people who didn’t come back and that fit into my father’s life, and by proxy mine, here are some “fun” facts. Between 11th and 22nd July 1995 the Serb forces led by general Ratko Mladić killed 8372 people around Srebrenica. Mostly men. Some women too. But women were mostly raped. Girls too; I guess age doesn’t matter because everything is allowed in the war, isn’t it. The youngest victim was a baby so young her mother didn’t even have a chance to give her a name. She would be turning 27 in two days. All killed were civilians. Some sought shelter in the UN bases, some tried their luck through forests, hoping to make it to Tuzla, a land under ‘our’ control. For the enemy soldiers, it was a game of hunting through a forest. It’s been 27 years, there are politicians in the neighbouring and my country still denying the genocide. If it weren’t a genocide, they would not have buried the victims in mass graves, then dug them up again and moved to secondary, then tertiary graves. They knew it was genocide, they filmed themselves celebrating and marching and killing, and they knew they had to hide it, and the bodies as best as they could. It is 9th July 2022 today, and the road from Bratunac to Potočari is lined with portraits of those murderous monsters in yet another provocation. Those aren’t even genocide deniers, those are genocide glorifiers who would do it again in a heartbeat. You can read more about it, I will most likely post about it on the anniversary, or at least share some links. But here is the story of people whose ghosts are in my life.

First, my grandfather. Here is what I don’t know: I have never seen his picture. Their house was burned. I only know I am the only one in the extended family that got his green eyes. Here is what I know: my aunt didn’t believe they found him based on bones they told them they found. She could not recognize a man by bare bones. She finally realized it was her “čiki” when she saw the belt she put on him just before he left for the forests. My dad says he knows they killed him on the 13th, says he heard him calling his name in his sleep and then he saw his face and then he woke up thinking “They killed him.” They did. One of my earliest memories is standing under a tree, my mom cradling my baby brother. I remember it was hot and that so so many people were crying. And I remember the graves, all the same. And I remember my dad, kneeling in front of a grave where they just buried a man who was my grandfather. I remember the sleeves of his white shirt lined with mud and his hands dug into the dirt and I remember him sobbing. That was the only time I’ve ever seen my father cry. I also know that a few years ago, they called again. They found some more bones, somewhere else in some other mass grave. I also know that during school trips to Potočari Memorial Centre, kids usually take a picture of names of people who shared their surname. It is easy to find someone with the same surname when over 8000 people were killed. For my friends though, there is this game – find my surname. There are several rows of men with that surname. Find my grandfather’s name. There are several man with his name. What was his father’s name? The same as my father’s. Oh, there he is. Then the second part of the game is to find the grave. They all look the same, and there are more each year so you can only approximately know where it is. We find it, I kneel and greet him. My friends and I recite the usual prayers. Other kids watch with confusion, teachers watch with pity. I love my friends.

There is my uncle, my father’s younger brother. He came back. His son was born in 1991, his daughter in 1994. She wasn’t even a year old, yet. She doesn’t remember the reunion. Her mother does. She does not talk about it. They say my uncle was the most cheerful man in their village. He is still cheerful, but there are bloody ghosts around him and sometimes he looks somewhere into the distance and I wonder does he see through the wall. Does he see a friend lost in that forest right there? When did he get separated from his father? He does not talk about it. He just believes that all of ‘Them’ are evil. All. And all ‘Ours’ are good. All. His daughter grew into one of our country’s most famous young poets. Her words are brutal, more often about war than not. She was born with the war, she grew up surrounded by the suffocating ghosts of war. My uncle is such a good man.

My poet cousin’s roommate was born after the massacre, she was born after her father did not return. Her mother named her after that man. She also does not have a picture of her father. Just a female version of his name, and his surname. Her mother doesn’t talk about him. Her roommate is now married, they don’t talk anymore. They drifted apart during university.

A while ago, I went to Potočari with my father. He stopped next to a grave and stayed silent. The grave was louder. “That boy shared desk with me in first grade.” They knew each other when they were six. “He had such a neat handwriting.” A nice thing to remember him by. “I didn’t know they found him.” There was more silence. I thank God that my father was in the army, somewhere else in the country, flying his helicopter. Later, I will learn that not a single man from my dad’s friend’s family came back. Only women survived. One of them bore a son after. She was not married.

My aunt married early. She had a husband, and three sons. The youngest stayed with her. She dressed him in a girl’s clothes, praying none of the soldiers decide to lift up the skirts and lower their pants. That cousin is a lawyer and his son will be going to high school in a few months. The son is named after the oldest brother. It has been 27 years, not a single bone has been found. Next to the father’s grave are two empty spaces. Waiting for my cousins; I don’t know anything about them except for their names. Talking about them hurts too much. Maybe once, if, they find them. My aunt is the most bad-ass of all her siblings.

Last year, when we were visiting my aunt, it was also 9th July. There was so much traffic on that tiny village road that day. Srebrenica Peace March was arriving, and locals wanted to welcome them. My dad showed a random nearly invisible road through the window of our car. “They are going to a playground down that road. They killed around 3000 men there.” I know that playground, but I don’t tell him that. My friend’s uncle was killed there. He was younger than me now.

11th July 2021, last year, I remember sitting up curled on a sofa, watching my favourite figure skater’s performance and feeling so bad. How do I dare get excited over this one man screaming in his show exhibition program? My dad comes back from the funeral. Aunt makes coffee. The house is full. They laugh about something. I replay the program.

It will be 27 years in two days. The youngest boy to be buried was 16. They will also bury a father and a son. All of them were murdered because they were Muslim.

Every 11th July, it rains at some point of the day. The sky cries for the innocents, they say. Each year there are more graves added, more families happy that they have a grave now at least. And there is still a long long way to go before there are 8372 graves in Potočari. And even a longer way before all those who committed the genocide face justice.

Jednom davno, zamrznuo se jedan grad. A bilo je ljeto.

#tw genocide #tw rape #srebrenica genocide #bosnia and herzegovina

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primusdemoniccreatrix · 2 years

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your muslim reader x slasher oneshot made me cry 😭 i would love to see more if u have the time

I haven't been on Tumblr in a hot minute (in my defense however, I'm currently wearing acrylics and they're a bit of a pain) but ohhh myyy goodnessssss thank you!!! Honestly as a Muslim girl myself I just wanted to make some cute Muslim reader oneshots cause there's not a lot of Muslim fanfic, and your appreciation of it makes me so happy!

I think this is what I needed to start me on perhaps making a series for these. Hopefully I'll be making an Eid one! Here's the Ramadan one:

Thank you so much for your comment, anon! I hope to give you more in the future!

#anon #comment #thisjustmeltedme #imsoft #don'tfuckingtouchme #imgonnacry #thankyouuu

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lilealifejournal · 11 months

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a memory, 21 Mei 2023

I will keep this memory with me as a reminder that I can overcome difficult times. If, God forbid, I ever feel like that again, I will have the motivation to survive.

It was March 2020. This is not a story about the beginning of COVID in Indonesia, but if it hadn't happened, perhaps I wouldn't have gone through the mental hardships I experienced two years ago. Fate is kind of funny sometimes.

At that time, I presented a marketing plan for March, and it was completely changed without my input. I was already annoyed and tired of my own deteriorating mental state. When the meeting ended, I ran to the restroom in the corner of the mall, crying and tearing all the papers in my bag. I was crying uncontrollably, relieving the tightness in my chest.

After I calmed down, I left the restroom. As I stood on the 2nd floor, I felt like I wanted to jump to the ground of the mall. But then I remembered, "I don't want to go to hell, I don't want to burden people with my death," so I slowly walked down the stairs. For a few weeks, I was still scared to look downstairs.

When I got home, no one was there. I sat on the couch and read a message from a coworker who asked me to finish the March plan by that night. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, and my chest tightened again. I saw a knife and couldn't stop myself from cutting my own wrist to relieve the pain. After that, I went to my room, feeling strangely calm, and started working on my laptop.

However, the more I thought about my situation, the more I felt mad and stupid. I cried again, threw my glasses, and wanted to destroy everything in front of me. I used the glass shards to slash my wrists again. Fortunately, I had enough sanity left to call a friend who accompanied me without asking too many questions until the next day when I decided to consult with a professional.

At that time, I felt mentally unwell. At the end of February 2020, I had returned to Medan after finishing my undergraduate degree. While in Medan, I was pressured to stay there and take care of my parents. They said, "It's okay, the job will be yours if you put your parents first in your life." This made it hard for me to think clearly, and I finally decided to go back to Medan forever after Eid in May.

Then, in March, just before the first Indonesian lockdown, I returned to Jogja with mixed feelings. I was relieved to be able to focus on my work without college distractions, but I knew I would have to resign after Eid.

That was the burden on my mind at the time. It was really hard, but fortunately, I was able to save myself in this world and the hereafter.

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dreamerwriternstargazer · 1 year

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Things I only do on my period:

Randomly wake up in the middle of the night very distressed from the pain, and proceed to EAT A HANDFUL OF LEFTOVER EID SWEETS

No, no this doesn’t count as sleepeating shush no don’t- SLEEPEATING IS DIFFERENT YOU HAVE TO BE ASLEEP FOR THAT

I was awake

Just dazed

And for some reason started nibbling on gummy sweets

Listen women do a lot worse in pregnancy okay-

#the pain is excruciating and we are without painkillers currently #so sue me for having a midnight snack #star speaks

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halky-on · 1 year

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Ashes

23/4/23 aka 2nd day of EID aka day-2 from my birthday.

It's amazing how life could turned

so fast once you figured out

what you need to figure out.

Hi, tumblr. it's been a while.

Im sorry i cant keep my promises to give you daily updates.

But things, things has changed.

I started this blog when i feel lost,

and also feel like having no control of everything,

I started this blog in grief, in sorrow, filled it with rants and plead but now i will fill it with gratitude and cherish.

Anthology 2 : Pain

After months of effort and BPJS and everything, finally i get my ACL Tear surgery done just days ago! and it's all paid through my healthcare insurance otherwise i have to pay like 8500$ for the surgery which is crazy insane. Rp95.000.000. God. I went through everything in order to make my surgery applicable for BPJS, and after a tons of assholes and a tons of wake up super early, i finally able to nail it, i paid basically Rp0. There's a lot of story i want to tell you regarding the surgery bcs i wasnt sedated lol, i feel every thing.

Anthology 3 : Future

Like, wtf.. things worked?

Things i wished for, things i longing for

It worked just before i realize it?

like the way is paved open .

I will give Allah this sincere undying gratitude over how suddenly i able to get of my feet fast, figuring things out slowly, trying new things, and given also trusted with chances .

I BOUGHT A LAND LOL

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hourlyanin · 1 year

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365/365

it's only 2 hours left before the 2022 end. after went through a lot of things, i cant believe i was be able to be here today. it has never been easy since forever, but im so proud of myself for endure it all well. so many things happened this year.

start from January 2022, it was the first time of me as a senior high school student going to school with full capacity since the pandemic start. i had a very hard that time. i used to cry on the way of going to school. i was tiring and i feel so bad for my dad. for made him to go through this kind of situation.

"if i were smart enough, dad wouldnt be this tired"

it might be difficult to me but honestly it was worth to be remembered. i made a lot of memory there, with my fellow mipa satu friends. it was a short time yet im so happy for meeting them. spatsa will always be missed

2. move to the February 2022, it was the month when i moved the new school which closest than before from house. smale. it was February 14th. the valentine days. i didnt celebrate it but it was the day when i feel so loved by God. i still can believe what's happening. i was screaming like insane even though i was puasa that time. "i have never felt this happy in my life" said me that time.

but just after one day after move the new school, i got sick. i was trying to adjusting myself in the new environment while enduring my pain on my stomache. it was a very difficult but thanks god Roschan helped me a lot that time

3. March 2022, finally moved to the new school. it was tough either because right after i went to school for the first time, my fellow friends whom i just met got a covid. i was tested for it but thanks god the result is negative. my school back to PJJ once again but on February 26th march my school announced that student are allowed to back to school again. when the first time i entered the class it felt so strange. i was so afraid that people wont accept me. i had a lot of bad thoughts which kill me inside. but thanks god i met a lot of nice person there. they welcomed and treat me so well hence i didnt feel lonely anymore. it was also the day when i finally met chan for the first time. he greeted me first.

4. April 2022, i had been spending a lot time talking with can in this period. we are getting close and closer than before. we used to share everything and here i am start to catch a feeling with him. i was hestitate at first but i made the first move and stuff then. it was a frustarting and fun phase at the same time but i enjoy it all. really

5. May 2022, we ended up together and celebrate our first Eid together. it was also the month of our first date. we went to Kota Kasablanka and watch a Doctor Strange. it was so awkward we cant even talk properly that time. we were too shy and afraid to make each others felt uncomfortable. we ate on Es Teler 77 either

6. June 2022, we are getting more comfortable. we went to mall and spend a good time there. it was the month when you kissed my cheek for the first time hehe. i was running because of shy

7. July 2022, i didnt remember it well but this month is one of worst one. we hurt each others and it caused a misunderstanding between us. we almost lose each others but our urge to stay together is bigger than it.

8. August 2022, i was sick right before ur birthday. i was caught fever because of exhausted that time but i forced myself not to miss ur birthday even though my condition didnt well. i was not going to school but you constantly said you miss me and want to see me. that things made me want to get better asap. i want to say happy birthday to you as a person than anyone

9. September 2022,

10. October 2022

11. November 2022

12 December 2022

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truepdf · 1 year

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animalcruelty24 · 1 year

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We have lived with animals on this planet for centuries but unfortunately, animal cruelty is still a harsh reality. I would start talking about a surprising place where animal cruelty still exists, our pets. Sometimes unknowingly or in our carelessness, we indulge in cruelty towards pets. We delay feeding them at times or don’t answer their calls of pain. The animals in our home are not there just for our pleasure and enjoyment. So, before we decide to keep a pet we must make sure that we are ready to take full responsibility for the said animal.

Moving to the roads, streets and public places like zoos where animals are present around us. We often see little children misbehave with animals. And their parents or adults just ignore. It is necessary that we teach our kids to behave with animals in a just and polite manner. Another example is, we bring sacrificial animals on Eid-ul-Adha every year. This is a great opportunity to teach kids about animal cruelty and how to behave with animals. But sadly, this opportunity is not taken by many.

Adults are also involved in animal cruelty. All of us have seen videos and posts on social media about incidents of animal cruelty recently. Firing a gun on a dog to test it’s range, mercilessly beating donkeys to death, killing a crow and others incidents. It just breaks my heart see the growing number of animal cruelty incidents. Not sure if I am right but people who kidnap or steal pets are also being very cruel to the animal. Pets share a bond with their owners and feel emotional pain when separated for long periods of time.

Up until now the Animal Cruelty Laws implemented were the ones made in the year 1890 by the British government. The fines range from Rs. 50 to 500 which are very low and put a question mark on the usefulness of such laws. The imprisonment punishment situation is little better or ok. So it might need to increase. Fortunately, in Feb 2018 Senator Karim Ahmed Khawaja proposed the bill which is passed to implement significantly higher fines.

“Be kind to every kind. No just mankind” — Anthony Douglas Williams

I would like to end this blog with the message next time you think about mistreating an animal, remember animals can’t even communicate with us to complain. Don’t keep the animals forcefully captive. Love them and they will love us back

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shinixgami · 3 years

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#kimestu no yaiba #knyedit #kny #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #mangacaps #my edit #mine #shinixgami #starting my eid with pain......#I love him smmm it hurts :(

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sakhafa · 6 years

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every time I remember that I’m leaving on friday I uh....want to cry

#two months is a long time but also like.....you get used to things so its a lot more painful when u leave #& like ive gotten a LOT closer to ppl so its gonna hurt a lot more than last time when i barely saw anyone #& idk like im just starting to remember things i did w my cousins when i lived here bc like #eid was last week and also jst the summer air......im cryin #and also it rly does not help that when i get back ill b starting my first year of uni & im rly nervous about that #im just a whole ass mess in general but ya #i just kinda....already miss eveeyone so much so im tryna just live in the moment hopefully i wont b as sad

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trvncyz · 3 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen characters during Ramzan || random headcannons || part 1

PART 2 OUT NOW

note: before i start, i would like to clear out that these are just some things which happen in my house and may differ from your culture. this is just how i would imagine the jjk characters to behave during ramzan. hope you enjoy!

-4/27/21

part 1- nobara, itadori, megumi, gojo

part 2

1. Nobara Kugisaki

very excited to fast because it reduces weight!

the kind of person who sleeps through the fast and only wakes up for namaz.

eats most of the fruits during iftar

doesn't want to miss any fasts because she had a bet going with itadori to see who could keep the most number of fasts. (being a girl, nobara knew she would lose but she's not the type to back down from a fast either.)

she regularly gets scolded for not helping at all with the making of the iftar.

"HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO WORK WHEN I'M SLEEPING?!"

"IT SHOULDN'T EVEN BE CONSIDERED A FAST IF YOU COMPLETELY SLEEP THROUGH IT" (dadi™)

she's very excited for eid to come because... who isn't? new clothes, eidi (money) and good food? i think yes.

the type to stay awake till sehri so that she doesn't accidentally miss it.

i think she keeps most of her fasts, leave for her periods or a few days where she threw up because of the long day or something.

2. Itadori Yuji ft. Sukuna

alright hear me out, he's the type of person who blocks Jennifer Lawrence, Kylie Jenner etc on ramzan chaand raat and unblocks them on eid chaand raat. (did that make sense?)

has a bet going with nobara to see who can keep more fasts. doesn't matter if he's absolutely dying, he wont miss a fast. (that's good tho?)

accidentally saw one of his bikini posters and chanted "Astaghfirullah" for the rest of the day.

he was teasing nobara for not fasting and got a pillow straight to his face

he starts taraweeh in hopes of praying next to his crush's father but dips midway

like nobara, he's very excited for eid. the type to put his eidi pictures on snapchat

almost swore at sukuna in his head but he held himself back

sukuna keeps talking about food in his head. like dazai in that bsd wan scene where he kept whispering 'curry, curry' in ango's ear.

the type who complains about not enough iftar being made though he barely eats any.

"iftar bohot kam bana hai."

"tum itna toh kha k dikhao"

"there's barely enough iftar" "try to finish this much first"

(the english translation isnt funny at all pls-)

3. Megumi Fushiguro

perfect boy

keeps all his fasts

wakes up on time for sehri. sometimes also goes out to get the yoghurt.

opts for a whole 27 day taraweeh

prefers wearing full sleeve shirts/tshirts and fully covered trousers if he's not wearing a kurta pajama or something like that.

BLACK KURTA WITH ROLLED UP SLEEVES (SCRREEEEAAAAAAMMMMSSSSS)

sometimes helps out his mom with iftar

cooks for his sister when she's not fasting

it was very hard for him but he completely stopped hitting itadori during the month. he was back to normal from eid.

speaking of eid, he isnt overly excited about it but he's looking forward to the sheer qorma.

megumi (to me) is someone who always needs something playing in his ears. its his way of concentrating and stimulating his brain and it really eases his stress (am i talking about myself? absolutely.) during ramzan, he decided to switch to random podcasts or recitations and stuff.

if he's tired or feeling a bit sick, he sometimes sleeps during his fast.

MAJOR HEADACHES™

i dont know what i can write about this boy, he's absolutely perfect in my eyes and i dont know what he could do wrong except hit itadori.

4. Gojo Satoru

the ultimate cause of megumi's headaches

totally sleeps through sehri

he might be fasting but his energy level never goes down like HOW?! others are almost dead but he just keeps jumping around like he's hinata shoyo or something

halal pick up lines which make you swear

"I want your feet to be my kid's jannah."

"I want my feet to straight up meet your nose."

fr if you spoke to him during your fast, keep muttering "la haula wala quwaita illa billah hil ali al azeem"

always looking for excuses to skip his fasts but nanami keeps him in check

has to be constantly nagged to pray. never does it in time. often his namaz gets qaza-ed. (what's that even supposed to mean?)

he once tried to make iftar for the children. everyone ate iftar about 2 hours after sunset. (pain)

he too, is the type to pray taraweeh next to his crush's father.

speaking of taraweeh, he's just lying there after his iftar feeling like he's missing something when he suddenly remembered that he didn't turn up to taraweeh that day.

complains a lot about how he's thirsty while he's fasting and get's a scolding from nanami everytime.

shoko tried to tell him the positive effects of fasting but he just ended up telling her that "girls use their periods as an excuse to skip fasting." shoko didn't let him eat iftar that day.

weird food combinations even during iftar. cucumber with ketchup? rooh afza on watermelon? you bet he does that daily.

(both of these are very tasty, you can try it out if you want to.)

starts counting down to eid the day ramzan starts.

his RICH GUY EID FLEX PLS. he got his new nike shoes stolen from the mosque and it served him right.

gives everyone lots of eidi on eid because he's RICH™

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got a little carried away but i loved writing this! gonna do a part 2 in the future with other characters. maybe even a part 3 but thanks for reading. if you have any questions about this post, feel free to ask me!

ramzan mubarak to everyone and happy fasting!

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madfantasy · 3 years

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What a world.. I'm sorry for ur pain world.. I'm sorry to add my pitiful worries to it too

Have been crying for few hours, something of a rarity that doesn't bestows itself when needed, but at the absurdist of times, timing being locked in my room cuz there's a stranger working at our yard that is separated from the main house; meaning having no need to be locked yet here we were.

They have been wiping the floor with my sibling earlier in the day, screaming and shouting while she tries to do everything they ask. This time demanding everything "more perfect" and the slightest mishap they accuse us of trying to make them look bad infront of the stranger visiting. I couldn't stand for it as usual so I had to step in- I didn't open my mouth yet till they shouted at me to shut the f up the minute they seen me coming, that I have no business in this, and they talk to us the way they please. I kept pressing that they are losing their minds over some guy they r paying - coming to fix the yard, not a king, which they made my siblings do breakfast and lay out candy for-- stuff we barely have for ourselves but gladly would share-- and to chill. They kept yelling at me to shut up in progressive aggression till they literally couldn't breathe. I was chuckling hysterically even tho boiling with anger cuz idk that my automatic reaction nd said wish that we di before them and see what they can do without us.. they are ill and they r literally getting sicker screaming but they didn't stop or even can hear me..

The guy didn't even touch the food, just took water..

They weren't take it easy anyway this week.. they literally got up furious to us trying to party on Eid to shut the frk up so no one hears us on the streets, even with me trying so hard not to wake them and have a party with my siblings, only lasted 20 min out of the 3 days.. they cursed ppl too who had their music blasting and them whooping and basically having fun.

I suppose it was a built up to this but it does feels like an another end to my sanity. This point I just wonder what I truly did to deserve any of anything.. I basically have been like a slav to them all my life and yet.. they tell me as a child I kicked and slapped them and they didn't complain (which I think is a lie, probably only as toddler, cuz sure as frk I remember them beating me for any reason since ever after), so why I do complain about them now all they can do is verbally abusing us on daily basis

This month istg really started all the wrong ways.. greatest upset was the phone company charging me twice, basically taking my spending money and no one did anything about it even as I reached out to them all possible ways. Can't do much more cuz the phone account not in my name

And on tiktok, like, my last resort to grow my art and whatever. Wasn't allowing me to post for few days and eventually just it came to this with views..

Or this comment on a tintin post

So as usual I took refugee in tintin only for it to trigger me to cry my eyes when I came across this panel

Because, logical response

... I don't know anything anymore

#text #personal

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