Chickens roosting. But also angsty.

A comment replying to my Ebola post, an idiot said this.. “Or America has the money and sanitation that Africa doesn’t have and that’s why the two Americans lived”…. Below is a tiny collection of images of the Africa they refuse to show you..

kushandwizdom:

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I really am sorry that you have reached this far in life, brainwashed by your media believing that Africa looks like the image below.. I really do sympathize with you,

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Stop making Africa the poster child for poverty, poverty is everywhere, and if you ever paid attention, you might notice that it’s closer to home than you think!!!

(via pushinghoopswithsticks)

sharmuta:

What really saddens me is that this has become so popular. Look past the ignorance of the white man, look past the disrespect and look past the misconception.

This is the true beauty of Afghanistan, my home country.

These are only some examples of the true beauty of Afghanistan. What you see above is simply the result of the western imperialism, western intervention in places that the west has no right to be.

A message to the (mostly US) outside forces “working” to better a country whose destruction is significantly at the hands of those who are “helping” it: get out. 

(Source: pinkmanjesse, via pushinghoopswithsticks)

mehreenkasana:

The privilege of being a South Asian Muslim woman in New York City:

Journalist Charles Meacham snapped this picture, and shared it with me when he read the news. Looking at it now, surrounded by three big male cops, w/ AO pushing my handcuffed arms upward in a way that I could only walk bent over, losing my shoe while the other gabbed my arm. When I was explained I was in pain: response: “You are my prisoner.” I went from mom to prisoner. Seeing this again reminded me of how traumatized I was, and still am. I have not been able to sleep properly. That day I was fasting, had not eaten since pre-dawn. In some ways, I was thankful it was Ramadan because I kept a heart dialogue w/divine creator throughout: There must be a purpose. I can only but surrender to the moment for it be revealed.

Chaumtoli Haq.

mehreenkasana:

The privilege of being a South Asian Muslim woman in New York City:

Journalist Charles Meacham snapped this picture, and shared it with me when he read the news. Looking at it now, surrounded by three big male cops, w/ AO pushing my handcuffed arms upward in a way that I could only walk bent over, losing my shoe while the other gabbed my arm. When I was explained I was in pain: response: “You are my prisoner.” I went from mom to prisoner. Seeing this again reminded me of how traumatized I was, and still am. I have not been able to sleep properly. That day I was fasting, had not eaten since pre-dawn. In some ways, I was thankful it was Ramadan because I kept a heart dialogue w/divine creator throughout: There must be a purpose. I can only but surrender to the moment for it be revealed.