Being beautiful is more than how many boys you can get to look at you, or how much makeup you can wear. It’s about what you live for. It’s about what defines you. It’s about the heart that you have, and what makes you special. It’s about those little quirks that make you, you. It’s about knowing that you are a creation of God, created in His imagine. It’s about shining for Him, no matter what else is going on around you. It’s about going against the flow, and living out what you honestly think. And that is a beautiful thing.
If everyone knew the true status of a Muslim women in Islam, even the men would want to be women.
I love you” means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. “I love you” means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.
Two months ago I had a nice apartment in Chicago. I had a good job. I had a son. When something happened to the Negroes in the South I said, ‘That’s their business, not mine.’ Now I know how wrong I was. The murder of my son has shown me that what happens to any of us, anywhere in the world, had better be the business of us all!
Mamie Till, mother of Emmett Till (1955)
Injustice anywhere is injustice everywhere
When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It’s because a little piece gets lost — the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to.
The best part about airports lies in what they symbolize. Airports are places of bookends: new beginnings and long-awaited endings, arrivals and departures, hellos and goodbyes. We start in one city to end in another hundreds or thousand miles away. You enter from a desert and exit into a blizzard. In from winter, out into summer. In from familiarity, out into something completely foreign. Or vice versa. An airport is a place of transit, and not just geographically. I wish there was some sort of time-lapse to show how people change between departures and arrivals. When I arrive back home from being away, I’m never the same person as when I left.
There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand—without you even speaking a word.
Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.