It can be detrimental to pipe off an opinion on every world event. It’s not that people should remain silent, inert, ignorant.

It’s that not everyone really understands the issue at hand. Not everyone has the facts, the context or the wherewithal to paint a picture that does the issue justice.

To attempt to learn and engage material that you are unfamiliar with is admirable. To share what you learn is great. However, to opine and fight the good fight for everything?

You’re not particularly helpful. Sometimes the most apparent, seemingly moral and snappy frames are not one hundred percent accurate. Manipulative discourse abounds.

badesaba:

René Burri - Tehran, 1960.

badesaba:

René Burri - Tehran, 1960.

Some people won’t learn if you simply talk about the issue. It’s a damn shame.

dontbearuiner:

zohbugg:


My Muslim friend’s Princess Leia Costume
via imgur

BRILLIANT PERFECTION

NAILED IT.

dontbearuiner:

zohbugg:

My Muslim friend’s Princess Leia Costume

via imgur

BRILLIANT PERFECTION

NAILED IT.

(Source: muslimwomeninhistory)

arabicalligraphy:

by Osman Ozcay

arabicalligraphy:

by Osman Ozcay

Often on weekends, I choose to greedily fritter away my afternoon hours by exploring the city I live in. I walk alone, sit in parks alone, sometimes read a book, draw, or sit in a cafe and enjoy a coffee. I do it more in the warm months, but walking with a sense of selfish purpose in the winter can be solitary in a way I love too.

I’ve often noticed the way some people look at you when you’re alone and walking without a sense of purpose. Usually they look a little confused as to why you are doing it, or what you are up to, and on occasion they read it as you are an open invitation to anyone who wants to look at or talk to you. 

I find it interesting that it is easy to tell that a person has somewhere to go. It says a lot about the things we don’t do whenever we’re in a hurry, worried about our destination or the person waiting at the other end of our short journey. While I don’t believe that people truly develop tunnel vision as they go about their day-to-day affairs, it’s hard to really memorize that one structural defect in the cathedral you’re walking past when you’re five minutes late to lunch.

While I sometimes find that point of recognition on the part of others to be irritating, it’s not completely off base. As I get a text from a friend and realize that my plans may take on less solitary developments for the evening, my own stride changes, my powers of observation fall out of focus and suddenly no one really notices.

The hardest thing about learning to play the banjo is that the strings are terribly close together. Even with brass picks, it’s so easy to scratch or catch another string as you go for another.

I can’t really imagine a life without believing in God. There is no note of sentimentality when I think about it.

It’s just that my entire concept of existence is predicated on what I feel to be a very elemental belief, something I have honestly seldom been able to question even when I’ve tried.

I can’t divorce existence from that assumption. For me it just is and always will be. In the instance that it’s wrong, it won’t even matter, because I will be gone. My existence would have been inextricably linked to it as it was, and no degree of wrongness could go back and change it. 

(Source: oriental-sunrise)

reddlr-cityporn:

Khorugh , Tajikistan

reddlr-cityporn:

Khorugh , Tajikistan