These, Tintin, superhero comics, Star-Wars, pulpy boyish catalogues of history and sciences, bright coloured pages, used to fuel visits to the library.
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this is my bb sister, she’s grating, frightening, level-headed, a dork, and makes me proud every day
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not even 2013 in selfies but the bits of 2013 i tolerated my appearance in
When my mother was 17, she got fake glasses, very sobering style, to appear more academic. Nerd now, nerd then.
First my father, then my baby cousin, now another cousin, like a little sister to me, is fucking sick. IV drips, hormone issues, eating issues, who the fuck knows now. There’s a curse on this family.
Lord, please:
- Please let this stone turn out to be a pink diamond so my family can get some $$$
- Please let my nana’s will include his property worth millions BUT HE HASN’T BEQUEATHED TO ANY OF HIS DAUGHTERS??
- Please let my best friend fall for my sister they are literally perfect for each other they’d be happy and it would also be convenience for me
are you seriously characterizing fanon and cesaire as “liberal”? and they weren’t poco, they preceded that and later pocos used their works to develop their theory
no, I’d think you know me well enough I’d never assert that. My political trajectory starting from puberty was that I was really into Chomsky and I was a left-liberal at best until g11. I got into contemporary poco-centric writing, and through that, Said, and then both (plus I guess contemporary geopolitical events and my position as a Pakistani-Muslim) put interest in Eqbal Ahmed, and then Ajaz Ahmed and Fanon (this coincided/kinda preceded a big interest in race issues and the civil rights movement, particularly Malcom X..really into film too so the film on him inspired interest). I didn’t read Cesaire until much later.
So tl;dr hegemony -> post-colonialism + civil rights -> colonialism -> Marxism for m e
I’m in no position to give deep religious advice, but one thing my family has taught me that’s helped me, and that I would sincerely carry on to my Muslim followers, is whenever you have the time, all throughout the day, to recite Durood Shareef (Durood-e-Ibrahimi). I earnestly believe it will improve your life, ease your soul, help you all around, etc.
It’s been months since I’ve had a nightmare like before. Occasional bad dream, but terror is fleeting, forgettable. Nothing like before 🙂
I didn’t know what a Gamecube was. My baba bought me it with this game in the second or third year of living in Canada. I was excited about it, but perhaps a disappointed brat as well. I wonder how much it cost them. Once my mother told me, a hard day, when she had less than twenty dollars in her bank account. My parents always spoiled us, spent too much unwisely, but in their eyes, our happiness was always worth the investment :’)
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