but he hasn’t yet figured out that
I inherited it from him,
that some traits were passed down
to his daughters
even though he wanted to see them
Had I been a boy, he would’ve told me
to shout louder,
the the world wants to hear
what a man has to say.
I’ll keep shouting until someone listens,
until I wake up god from a peaceful
He created all men equally,
where do I fit in?"
My dad tells me my voice is loud. And I did inherit that from him. But he’s not upset because I’m not a boy; he’s never, ever actually differentiated between boys and girls. He’s just annoyed because my voice literally can get across a few miles if I want it to when I’m just saying hi😂
I don’t understand how all Muslims are called terrorists because of what one group of 19 extremist men did 13 years ago.
But white people aren’t called terrorists when they invaded their countries, killed millions of civilians, when they shoot up schools, shoot up movie theaters, and kill random POC. Isn’t that something.
I’ve had the chance to talk to different medical student from different schools, both MD and DO, public and private schools, and all other parts of the spectrum.
These are based off things I was told! I haven’t started med school yet, so I can’t actually testify. But I…
At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.
I need to know what happened next
Shaykh: [Thick Egyptian Arabic accent] ...and this hadith was revealed during the Battle of the Bitch.
Audience: [gasps and murmurs]
Old uncle in the front row: Shaykh, that's the Battle of the Ditch! Ditch! With a daal!
Shaykh: Oh... [looks embarrassed]
Shaykh: [Attempts to recover from his mistake] Ah yes, all the bitches in California!
Me: (Crap, does he really think that bitch means beach????)
Akhee in the back: [From my memory so it's probably wrong] Ya Shaykhna! Bitch ya3ni sharmoo6a!
I hate.hate.hate. All these stupid LearnSmart/MyMathZbaala/MasteringZift stuff. Just another way to make money off us and it’s sooo obnoxioussss 😭😭
Don’t feel sorry for the blind, they can’t see the haraam that you see.
Don’t feel sorry for the deaf, they can’t hear the haraam that you hear.
Don’t feel sorry for the mute. They cannot speak the haraam words that you speak.
Feel sorry for yourself. You have all of your senses intact yet you are heedless.