Wayfarer Hodgepodge

How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

I used to wonder why some Palestinian people would engage in actions that could only provoke the aggressor further. Then I realized that to ask a people to live quietly, while they have no justice and no freedom, is to ask them to live “peacefully” as slaves. “Peace” without justice or freedom is slavery. It’s like asking a battered woman to live “peacefully” with her abuse. We all want the bloodshed to stop. But what about the daily humiliation and institutionalized oppression?
I was reminded of a part in “The Hunger Games” when Katniss considers abandoning the resistance against the oppressor, in exchange for “safety”. Gale’s response was telling. He said: “Safe to do what? Starve? Work like slaves? Send their kids to the reaping?”
Consider this: If a woman is being raped, things would be a lot more “peaceful” if she didn’t resist. But, asking her not to resist—just because her attacker is physically stronger—is asking her to accept her own abuse and oppression for the sake of “peace”. This is what the world is asking Palestinians to do.
And sometimes what seems to the world as just ineffective tactics, like throwing a rock at a tank, is in fact an act of resistance. It is a powerful statement to the oppressor—and the world—that they refuse to be enslaved. That dignity and self-respect are even more beloved to them than their own lives.
It is a statement that you can take their lives. But not their freedom.

—Yasmin Mogahed (via faraa—faraway)

Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.

—Don Miguel Ruiz, The Four Agreements (via feellng)

(via nadirkeval)

I never said I was an angel. Nor am I innocent or holy like the Virgin Mary. What I am is natural and serious and as sensitive as an open nerve on an ice cube. I’m a young black sister with an unselfish heart who overdosed on love long ago. My closest friends consider me soft-spoken. Others say I have a deadly tongue. And while it’s true that I have a spicy attitude like most of the ghetto girls I know, I back it up with a quick, precise, and knowledgeable mind. My memory runs way back and I’m inclined to remind people of the things they’d most like to forget. Anyway, I have no apologies. At least not to any of you. Only to God. I intend no disrespect.

—Sister Souljah (via ynannarising)

Ramadan should be a revolution. Some complain that the ‘ulama (scholars) reduce Islam to prohibitions (haram) or permissions (halal). However, during the month of Ramadan, they do exactly the same. They very formally respect what is forbidden: during the day, they do not eat, do not drink and master themselves. Beyond that, and during the nights, they do almost anything.
Yet Ramadan is a full month, with its days, and its nights. A month where prohibitions only make sense if we change the way we look at things. We must abandon the mirror of appearances and face ourselves, deeply, in the mirror of the intimate. To observe our heart, consider our intentions and our priorities, assume our wounds, analyse our mistakes, and reform our life. Take care of ourselves and those we love. Some are fasting as if the month was a parenthesis of prohibitions for a few days. However, fasting should be a horizon of revolution for life.
Fasting to become a woman, a man. Fasting to grow and change. Fasting to change our days and our nights, fasting to change our life, fasting to change life. A revolution.

—Tariq Ramadan (via tariqramadan)

(via thebeautyofislam)