Hypocrisy

Okay that's so deep. It's like you love your parents and they know about it without need for you to tell them about how u feel about them.

“Platonic love is vital, essential, and perhaps the one thing left in this wretched landscape that could save us all for a little bit longer than we deserve. I love my friends even when I don’t tell them enough. I have crawled from the wreckage of enough heartbreak to know who will still be standing when I emerge and who won’t, and I hold those still standing close to me.”

— Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, “Carly Rae Jepsen and the Kingdom of Desire” in MTV (via merulae)

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ISRAELI OCCUPATION FORCES MURDER PALESTINIAN JOURNALIST'S MOTHER DURING AL-SHIFA RAID IN GAZA

📹 Palestinian journalist Muhammad Quraiqea tells the story of how he searched for and found his sick mother who was killed while sleeping in the Maternity Ward during the Israeli occupation's raid of Al-Shifa Medical Complex, in the Al-Rimal neighborhood of Gaza City recently.

According to countless reports, hundreds of civilians were murdered during the Zionist raid of Al-Shifa, including women and children, some who were found handcuffed and summarily executed under suspicion of belonging to Resistance groups, while others were murdered even without such suspicions.

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MANIFESTING THE DINBO BABY IN CANON

Ibn Umar reported:

The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said,

“The most beloved people to Allah are those who are most beneficial to people.

The most beloved deed to Allah is to make a Muslim happy, or remove one of his troubles, or forgive his debt, or feed his hunger. That I walk with a brother regarding a need is more beloved to me than that I seclude myself in this mosque in Medina for a month.

Whoever swallows his anger, then Allah will conceal his faults. Whoever suppresses his rage, even though he could fulfill his anger if he wished, then Allah will secure his heart on the Day of Resurrection. Whoever walks with his brother regarding a need until he secures it for him, then Allah Almighty will make his footing firm across the bridge on the day when the footings are shaken.”

Source: al-Mu’jam al-Awsaṭ lil-Ṭabarānī 6026

Grade: Sahih (authentic) according to Al-Albani

To the friends who read this message and know me, I hope you can forgive me for the troubles I have given you

Eid Mubarak to all of you who are celebrating. I know it's hard to get in the spirit this year as so many Palestinians spend their Eid starving and in tents but I hope your Eid is full of peace and love. May we see a free Palestine by next Eid.

Buttercup (Invincible)

Author’s note: as someone who lost my mom, I had to write for full mask mark losing his mom. Different circumstances, but still has grief all the same

Warnings: Death, grief

(Technically a short story for the Invincible AVRP AU but can be read by itself)

Characters: Full Mask Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson

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“Mama!” His high pitched child voice squeaks out, running to her with open arms as if he forgot she was there with him. She smiles wider as he kneels down to his level, opening her arms wide. He giggles and crashes full force into her, knowing that she will always be there to catch him, to break his fall. He laughs as she hums “woah!” At his enthusiasm to ses her. She lifts him up into her arms, wrapping them around his tiny body to make sure he’s secure. Nothing will hurt him.

“Look mama!” He hands her the flower, and she gasps and takes it from his delicate hands.

“Woah, thank you, sweetie.” He beams at the praise.

“Do you know what flower this is?” He shakes his head in return.

“This is a buttercup, if you hold it under your chin and your chin is yellow it means you like butter” he gasps in return and lets his mother hold it under his chin.

“Oh, looks like someone likes butter” she teases and lightly tickles his tummy. He giggles in response before chuckling out, “now you try mama!”

She hums and holds it under her chin with a smile, the buttercup glowing a yellow hue under her chin, “is my chin yellow”

He gasps and nods, like this is some sort of witchcraft he’s never seen before.

“Let’s go see if your dad likes butter” Mark cheers as she lets him down, holding the buttercup as his tiny legs run to his dad.

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“Do you remember that, mom? After that I have always picked you a buttercup or two on Mother’s Day until I was able to buy my own flowers. Always of a yellow variety though, it has to be in theme,” he chuckles weakly before talking again, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom”

Mark pressed a soft kiss to her temple, as tears dropped onto her pale skin. He pulls away, as he stares at her lifeless body. He can’t let go though, they haven’t had enough time together. They never got to go on a mother-son vacation, she will never see him have children, she will never get to even reach the age of 60. In his head, he hopes by some miracle she will gasp for air again, but he’s tried all he could. CPR didn’t even work but crushed her ribs.

He carried her over to the couch, hugging her close and he pulled a blanket over her. He doesn’t want her to get cold, she always hated the cold. Out during sunny days was what she loved. The yellow lilies, daffodils and buttercups were wilted on the floor, the water spilling, the vase shattered.

He runs a hand over her cheek, feeling her body slowly get cooler. He clenches his teeth, thinking of all the times she said I love you, and he wished he said them back. Or the times he would rush out of the house to play at a friend’s house and she looked disappointed that he didn’t stay to eat her cooking. Or when he would play with his dad more than her. What if she hates him for that? He’s sure hating himself right now for that.

He hums a tune to an old song they used to play in the car as he braids her hair. He knows she’s dead, even if he doesn’t want to accept it, but she deserves to look beautiful even after she lives.

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“Mama?”

Debbie turns, she hadn’t heard Mark use that name in a while. He looks in shock, on the verge of tears, and he wraps her in an almost crushing hug- literally.

“Mark?! What’s gotten into you? We had dinner together yesterday. Are you happy to see me?” She chuckles it off.

“Mom, oh god- I want you to know I love you, you mean the world to me. You raised me better than this” He rambles as his voice quivers, his eyes watering and ready to overflow.

“Mark? Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“I got you these”

He hands her a bouquet of lilies, daffodils and buttercups, with specks of dirt on them like he found them and pulled them from the dirt himself.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama…”

The Silence of the Lambs (1991) vs. Shaun the Sheep (2015)

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TURKEY 🇹🇷 EARTHQUAKE VICTIM

Good day everyone I'm Aydin, a native of Turkey, also a victim of the unfortunate earthquake. I and my family live in a neighbourhood called Artmutlu in Antioch, Turkey, Im not from a rich family but my parents struggled to educate me, I left Turkey for the United States to study on scholarship 2 years ago, leaving my parents and sister behind. I woke up on FEB 6 2023 to news of an earthquake in my community.

I tried reaching my family, all to no avail (guess the earthquake affected the reception and connections). After several hours of panic and prayers, I got a message from my mom via WhatsApp, saying our house is gone, not only did the earthquake take our house and properties, but it also took with it my dad, who used most of the home appliances to building a cover for my mom and sister, the cover couldn't take 3 people so he took cover under the bed instead, which wasn't enough to hold the rubbles. My neighbourhood is said to be completely levelled. My mom and sister survived but were left cold on the street. My mom's friend, who was also affected but not as much as ours, took my mom and sister in, both waiting for help. My mom is presently in disarray, and where she's staying won't help as she'd constantly remember/see and even more panics about what's happened. It's not good for my mom. I need to get her to a safer and less panic-filled neighbourhood. I'm still a student who does cleaning works to make ends meet here. I need approximately $1000 to get my mom and sister out of there, get them somewhere to stay, and feed, and others. I need your support AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. please I don't want my mom to die of a panic attack.

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