I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. That the speaking profits me, beyond any other effect.
I can't even read titles like "Women In Islam: Damsels In Distress?" and be interested at all anymore. Been there, done that, someone more articulate and insightful wrote a better article/book already, so please, no more.
And for the love of God, if I see ONE more book about Muslim women with "veil" in the title, I'ma cut somebody.
For the love of God, why the heck is Sayyid Qutb considered the end-all be-all authority on "Gender Roles in Islam"?!?!? Wikipedia sucks on any kind of Islam or Israel-Palestine related article.
God:
Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to make the world spin backwards
briefly and reverse time so that you can prevent your finger from
getting caught.
Joey Russo:
I thought only Superman could do that.
God:
He stole it from me. That's why I had him killed.
Michael C. Ezie died Wednesday night at 10. He was the Director of Medicaid Managed Care at Blue Cross and Blue Shield of Western New York. He was the loving husband of Dr. Leslie Clapp and the loving father of Chinyere, Kelechi, Chisara, and Chiemeka.
He was so much more than these words on the screen.
coca-cola sent me a letter assuring me that all its conduct in colombia has been extraordinarily union-friendly, and decrying slanderously false allegations that suggest otherwise.