#world day without hijab

[their-name-is-fake]

I was lowkey excited for world hijab day but I just check the tag on tumblr and it’s awful

I have no words for the amount of Islamaphobic things I saw

But yeah ummm Happy world hijab day ig

[shuttershocky]

Hooray for piracy!

The only way gaming in the third world can be remotely accessible.

You know they used to sell modded games as well here along with the pirated copies of real games?

Back in the days of the gameboy color, I had this gameboy game called Harry Boy - Sail Like a Bomb. It was a strange terf wizard bootleg where the game inside wasn't actually based on any HP title on gameboy, but was instead a strange Mario-like platformer where Mario got replaced by a custom sprite of Harry. Boy. With Bomb powers.

I can't remember anything else about it but I didn't even think about how weird that was until years and years later.

I also bought this heavily modded version of Red Alert 2 called Red Alert: Rizfire. It had extremely strange units, like suicide bomber dogs that had nukes attached to them (thus allowing a tiny squad of dogs to decimate armies AND irradiate the ground making it unpassable) or an upgraded Crazy Ivan (i forgot what they named him) who could throw dynamite rather than just plant them on things.

It's kind of wild to look back and think about how those days were also the years right after 9/11. Islamophobia was at an extreme high, but the best stalls in Manila with pirated games, jailbreak services, or even full console (and cellphone, you had to be diverse) repairs were often run by women in hijabs. Not only did they have to deal with hiding and moving stalls constantly to avoid getting caught by police raids, but they had to deal with cops randomly coming in to harass them because they were Muslim and not because of all the illegal bootlegs they had all over their shops.

Anyway I'm grateful to them. Video games would have been completely unaffordable without their bootlegs, plus the secondhand PS2 I bought from one of these stalls had the stall-owner open it up, take it apart, put it back together, then told me it would last a good 10 years after she was done fixing it. It lived for 12 before I sold it off and it was still working then. Incredible work.

[neil-gaiman]

Dear Neil.

There's a tragedy happening in Iran, we're being shot in the streets, my brothers and sisters are dying, my government is committing war crimes and as a fellow human being I'm desperately asking for your help to raise awareness.

Mahsa Amini was a 22-year-old woman who was brutally murdered by the Islamic Republic of Iran's so-called "morality police." Her crime? Showing hair in public and "dressing inappropriately." Any human being with a pair of working eyes who has seen pictures of her prior to her murder can see that not only was her dress not inappropriate, but also that she (and a lot of women in Iran) had covered herself more than any other woman in any other part of world is obligated to.This sparked fury among the people of Iran and a wave of nation-wide protests broke out as the result. But don't get it wrong. This was only the straw that broke the camel's back and was the result of 43 years of unmitigated oppression and cruelty that the people of Iran have been subjected to. Every Iranian is branded a Muslim from birth and they're not given a choice. You cannot identify as an atheist and other religious minorities are treated horribly with a lot of their rights stripped from them. There's been a long history of cruelty against Bahai people in Iran, for example. We're not forced to be muslims in name only. We're also forced to act like muslims and learn all the muslim teachings, hijab being one of the many ideals shoved down our throat. And of course, converting from Islam to other religions or no religion is punishable by death. This savagery is not part of our culture or law; it is not part of any humanitarian law to kill women for showing hair and exercising their right to bodily autonomy for that matter.Up until now, the government forces have been violent and ruthless in their attempts to stump out our protests. They've shot people from a 63 year old woman to a 10 year old girl, killing them all without mercy. The Internet has been cut out in several places and reportedly, they've brought out tanks and used military-grade bullets in the city of Sanandaj, where the Internet has been shut down for two days as of September 21. Meanwhile, president Ibrahim Raisi is giving a lecture in the UN, babbling about saving the people of Palestine and justice in the world while his own forces are brutally murdering ordinary people and protesters in Iran.At this point, we're in danger of being cut off from the world when the whole internet finally shuts down. This is not a speculation. The same thing happened in the nation-wide protests of 2019 and the government proceeded to kill all the protesters in absolute radio silence. A lot of protesters were found with cement blocks tied to their ankles and thrown in the river after the successfully stumped the protests out. We don't want the same thing to happen to our children and people again. If you hear no more news from Iran, things haven't settled down. We are being silently killed off and executed.You might think you don't have anything to do with this, but think again about why you all involved yourselves in the war between Ukraine and Russia. This is not any different. Our people have waged a war against their government and none of them are people who willingly chose violence. They are normal people who want nothing more than a normal life, which is what the Islamic regime has taken from them. If you have an ounce of humanity and empathy within yourself, you'll spread the word around and not let this injustice go unanswered and unpunished.There's nothing more to be said.

As an Iranian woman who always read your books and who always raised up her voice, I need help now. We can Breathe anymore! I fought for poc, I raised my voice for ukraine. Now I need yours. I'm a young author. I can have a future... a free one! but my government took it from me. Please be my voice ... our voice!!

I'm happy to let people know, yes. And it's heartbreaking.

Here's the BBC on what's happening:

[franki-lew-yo]

It says so much about Ben Shapword as a person that he was threatened enough by Bluey to greenlight Chip-Chilla.

I mean this in the nicest way possible, but nothing about Bluey is striving for being ''progressive'', at least not by rightwing standards. It's no Owl House or Steven Universe. Outside of the ep where Bluey makes a French friend and the Heelers celebrating Easter I can't ever recall the concept of religion, ethnicity or heritage being important in the series. Don't think I've ever seen a gay couple or pride flag in the background, neither. Obviously I don't think the show being made for little kids and/or about anthro dogs means you can't talk about concepts like that, it's just that Bluey doesn't even attempt that. In fact because it IS made for and about small children I would argue that's the reason there's no big talk about money problems in the show and all the characters seem well-off.

My point is, unless Steiner/Waldorf schools became a tool of the left when I wasn't looking (they're not; Waldorf schools teach pseudo science and are sometimes antivax. Hopefully not in Calypso's class but yeah now you know what to look for when you google 'waldorf school controversies'), Bluey is about as 'woke' as modern day Peanuts or Illumination. It's inherently nonthreatening and non-confrontational of bigger concepts outside of what's universal to kids and the kid characters. It'd be interesting if they had a LGBTQ character or a talk about (dog?)race and culture, but overall the show seems 'safe' from that stuff that makes conservatives cringe. So at first glance you think Chip-chilla is just a "want to cash in/draw people away from sinful mass media"-thing. Still disgusting but honestly par for the course. Christian programing meant to be a 'safe' alternative to nasty secular shows isn't new.

And then, it dawns on you:

Bluey gets confused for a boy by those who don't watch the show, kind of like how people misgender Bambi, Tweety or Peppermint Patty sometimes.

Chili and Bandit both work and have equal time to be the at-home parent with their kids.

Dailywire is offput by a girl character not being definitively feminine from first glance. Dailywire can't stand the idea of a man being a home husband. They not only see these standard lifestyles as threatening, but that this alone is trying to 'push' something on them when it's just, you know, trying to depict accurate home life of most kids.

What hope do trans people have even existing in the world when a cis girl without eyelashes is a threat to you? What kind of person looks at a dad (who isn't even a fulltime homehusband) having a nurturing relationship with his kids and thinks "DEGENERATE!"

I don't have to answer. You all know the kind of person.

On a happier note: I'm very curious how Bluey would go about addressing that real world representation I was talking about. I think that could be done well but, considering how the exercising episode was received by some adults, no doubt there'd be controversy. And I mean controversy inside the communities they're talking about, not pundits like Ben who'd have a heartattack over a progress flag being in the background that's never even addressed by anyone. I can see an adult character walking off with their same-sex partner or maybe a new classmate who's muslim and wears a hijab just being there and some people being concerned they're not handling it right/well enough. Which is probably why the writers just have steer cleared of it, I think.

If there's one gift Benny boy gives us all it's making us realize that that kind of discourse is always preferable the one where garbage people have no care for others.

[dayangaytransman]

Warnings: mention of Transphobia, Homophobia, Self harm, Suicide, Gender Dysphoria and depression

I translated this with the help of AI so I don't know how much of it is correct. Sorry for bad english

I just want to share this; otherwise, I might do something that makes everyone upset

I am a Trans man/Transmasc/Genderfluid person. I use any pronouns except She/Her.

In my country, they won't let me transition, but they also don't want me near them pre- transition

I tell doctors and people who say they can help me that I need testosterone.

But they tell me if they give that to me, I will have a beard and I will regret it! I want a beard! WTF!

A doctor said to me that he cannot give me testosterone, but I can buy it and inject it myself! They don’t sell medicines like that without a doctor’s permission.

I look like a woman, or a 12-year-old cis boy.

I am 19 years old

And when people meet me, a grown man, they see a child and act accordingly. They call me little and short, and I can’t tell people in public how old I am, but they always ask.

I hate myself because I don’t look like the grown man I am. I am 153 cm and 42 kg. I am short, skinny, and have a baby face.

I sometimes present as feminine, and when I do, people in public say unkind things to me. They even try to harm me.

I live in a place where the government executes gay men and I am afraid when they see me as a gay boy.

I live in a Muslim country, so they expect me to wear a hijab, even though I am not Muslim.

I can’t transition here, even if they allow it. The doctors don’t know what they’re doing. I don’t want to be a laboratory mouse. Once, the most famous doctor was accused of killing a person just from a mastectomy! I want a healthy, beautiful, normal body.

I can’t travel for transition because I am very poor, and in my country, even $10,000 is a lot. Even with 100 years of working, I couldn’t accumulate that much money.

But they won’t even let me work or study! Many LGBTQIA+ people here have been expelled from school.

In my country, a trans person is a psychopath. Many of us don’t have an ID ( of our true gender) , and we can’t live like this.

I can’t attend classes, such as an art class, or visit any doctor. They require an ID, and even when they don’t, I don’t want to out myself or have them touch and examine my body.

I experience all forms of dysphoria that exist. I am dealing with depression, childhood trauma, ADHD, social anxiety, among other issues.

I tried to kill myself twice. I have left school. I don’t want to leave the house, but I am trying to change these things, and I can’t seem to do so.

And you know what? Nobody cares!

Do you think all transgender individuals speak English and reside in countries that are friendly to the queer community?

I cannot create a GoFundMe here; there is no supportive organization or similar entity available. Everyone here hates me and can easily kill me.

I am gay, and my relationships have always been toxic.

Men do not perceive me as a man.

My father left me; my mother just doesn’t care about me, and my brother is my biggest enemy.

I cry every day, and I don’t know if I want to be alive anymore. When I tell all my friends and family, even those who can see my tears, they don’t care.

I don't know what to do.

I see people on the internet who just need to turn 18 to transition, try a little bit harder, or travel to another city.

I do not have these privileges. I have wanted testosterone for four years and have tried to obtain it in the way the government indicated, but they have not provided it to me.

I hate my chest, My high, My face, My... My everything

I feel inadequate because I am unable to study, work, or even travel to see my boyfriend and best friend.

I remain alive because if I were to die, there would be no one to feed my cat. He/it is all I have in this world.

People often ask whether I am a girl or a boy. They always tell me that I am short and small, and insist that I can’t be older than they are.

I AM A GROWN ASS MAN!

Imagine calling Tom Ellis or Henry Cavill cute, little, and girlish.

And when my gender changes because I am genderfluid, it gets worse. And I don't feel like a woman.

Nobody here understands what ‘non-binary’ means.

They don’t understand the meaning of ‘trans’ either.

They refer to us by a term that I cannot repeat because it is an offensive word. A bad word that means: a person who is a prostitute has two genitals and is mentally insane. And they want transgender individuals to fully transition. Otherwise, they won’t give them an ID. And who do you think are the ones who say who is trans and who is not? The government! Actually, it’s the psychologists, but mostly the government. You need to prove yourself to them, and I tried hard, but I failed.

Even my family doesn’t see me as an adult—a man who is 19 years old.

Most of the day, I talk to AI because it is kind and knows what it is doing.

Here people think we are sex workers. That Trans people are always horny!

I have dysphoria, so I am not horny, even when I want to be. I can't even masturbate. I can't even look at it.

Here if they find out, they can send me to jail because I am an AFAB person without Hijab. All the people here are transphobic and I can't do shit about it.

And... Nobody in the world cares... I have no doubt that you do not even know the geographical location of my country.

Queer people in my country are the most miserable people on the planet. And they are against each other more than anywhere else. Gay men don't want me around them here ,same as Trans men. And they all hate non-binary people, Polyamorus people and people like me who have more than 10 labels.

I want to grow one day and become an artist, a writer, and an LGBTQIA+ activist. But also I want to kill myself. I want to become manly, sexy, hairy, and big But on the other hand, I want to hurt myself. I want to study philosophy, literature, and languages, but I also hate them because they don’t include someone like me.

I want to write LGBTQIA+ stories in my native language to contribute to my community. But this is illegal here.

I want to do anything and everything, but I know all of this is a dream, and just a dream

All I can do is cry and wonder if I should kill myself

I am sorry if this makes you upset, but I need to say these things to the world.

I wish I were AMAB, or if not, a wealthy person so I could transition. And if not that, then Canadian, European, or even American, so the transition would not be just a dream. Or if I am none of these, at least to not have all the dysphoria in the world, from top to bottom, from voice to face, to height to hips to…

Why? Just... Why?

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Imagine for a second that you're Palestinian.

Imagine waking up to the news that a nearby city has been bombed by Israel. The reasoning being they're searching for Hamas. You go outside and you look around. You don't see any members of Hamas anywhere. You only see family, friends, and neighbors.

Pretty soon a bomb is going to hit your city, and you're not going to be given the ample time needed to make preparations for you and your family. You're going to see the ground be leveled by bombs that are being dropped, buildings are going to crumble, cities are going to collapse. There will be so many who will die, people you don't even know, but that your heart aches for.

You're going to be outside when one of the nearby bombs hits. You're going to feel the dust and smoke in the air. You're going to hear the screams of people as they search for their loved ones, or even worse find them already dead. You're going to have to listen as parents scream for their children. Perhaps you are even one of them.

You're going to see men dig through the crumbled rocks and stones in an effort to get out to the people who were in the building when it collapsed. Their efforts will be futile because if they do manage to get through all that rubble the person underneath it is most likely already dead.

You're going to see children playing a game called carry the martyr, a game that is so morbid there hasn't been one like it since ring around the rosie, which was a game about the plague. You're going to see people write numbers and names on their arms as a way to be identified when and if they die when the next bomb hits, because it's going to hit and it's going to be soon. You don't know when it will happen but you know that it will.

Women will start going to bed with their hijabs on because they know there's a possibility they will get bombed in their sleep, and in Muslim culture it's unfit for a Muslim woman to be seen without a head covering by someone unless it is another woman or member of their family.

You're going to see mothers and fathers carry bits of their children in grocery bags or wrapped in cloth. You are going to see children and babies in hospitals covered with dust from the bombs, shaking and crying, if even that. They will most likely be silent because of the shock. They will start having panic attacks because they are scared and worried for when the next bomb will hit. The oldest hasn't even hit double digits yet.

Maybe you're not even there when it happens. Maybe you're in a western country, and you're findng out everything that's happening to your people online. Maybe you have family over there who you've lost contact with. Family you may never get to see again, who you may never even know their fates, you can only assume.

You will be told that you are the problem. That you, as a Palestinian, are the problem. That because of Hamas, you are being bombed. That it is your fault. That Israel is just doing what it needs to do with the occupation and the ethnic cleansing. The entire world will look at you as the aggressors.

There will be people who will decide to remain neutral, to not take sides because it's "too complicated". They "don't understand" the politics of the war. But there's not much to understand, is there, when one side has all of the weapons and the bombs, and the other side has no food, no water, no electricity, nothing to defend themselves with.

Imagine that you're Palestinian for just one second, and now imagine what that must be like to have to endure all of that, as well as the aftermath, every second, every hour, every day for years.

Imagine.

[sabrgirl]

Salaam, can you give some advices to someone who plans to put hijab on, to be honest I'm scared that I might fail..

wa alaikum salaam <3 of course! Masha’Allah for your intentions, may Allah reward you for it and make it easy for you to go through with your plans, Ameen

the fear of failing is normal but there are a few things you can do to prevent that from happening:

you need to have a reason to wear it why do you want to? having a goal without a reason as to why you truly want to achieve it makes it easier to fall back. your reasons give you more strength, determination and a desire to achieve your goal. for me, i have two main reasons when people ask me 'why do you wear/want to wear the hijab?'. the first one is because Allah سُبْحَٰنَهُۥ وَتَعَٰلَىٰ has asked me to. i know a lot of the time many muslim women wait for 'the right time' to wear it but the reality is that you could die in one hour. you could die tomorrow. maybe in 5 years. maybe in 2. i watched this video once where this lady was describing how for a man's janazah, he is wrapped in 3 cloths but a woman is wrapped in 5 because Allah wants her to be covered and modest even in death, where her body shape and hair still isn't even showing. subhanallah. you do not want your first day of hijab to be when you are dead and on the day of judgement. that genuinely gives me shivers. the truth is, there is no 'right time'. Allah didn't ask us to wear it when we're married, when we're older, when we finish working, finish studying, finish whatever plans we have. He asked us as women to wear it, period. and even if we do wait for that 'right time,' the fact that we still do not know how much time we have left is still prevalent as if you die a few years later, what if most of your life was hijabless? only Allah سُبْحَٰنَهُۥ وَتَعَٰلَىٰ can decide whether your hijabi years were enough to be forgiven or completely rewarded for it, may He forgive us all for our sins, Ameen. the second reason, (fears aside, lol) is because my hijab is my form of empowerment. it is me saying to the world that i am choosing who to show my beauty to. it is me saying that i am valuable, i am precious and only if you can do xyz for me and sign this contract to declare that you will, only then can you see my beauty. it is me saying that i have the power to control who has access to me, the true me, and it puts my boundaries in place that i am not ordinary, but i am special, so not everyone can see my true beauty. and it makes me really proud to have that empowerment and to be given that honour by Allah سُبْحَٰنَهُۥ وَتَعَٰلَىٰ so what is your reason? it could be the same reasons (like wearing it because Allah said so) and your own too. but these reasons will be at the forefront of your mind when you wear the hijab and it will help you to continue wearing it. you will say to yourself 'i am wearing it for/because _______' and that will be your drive. this reason will be more effective than just wearing it because you have to, because yes although you do have to, that is not enough to make you feel happy, successful, or like you really want to wear it. and in my opinion, you should really want to do something that Allah says to do. it's the same with many things, for eg - when you want to pray salah, you get better rewards, they are more effective, they are better salah in general. this reason will also help against temptations of today's world of why you should not wear it.

start slow hijab is not just covering of the hair but is also modest clothing too and jumping straight into abayas, jilbabs etc if you do not wear them already may feel very overwhelming and can lead to falling back on wearing it. start wearing your hijab and take it day by day, give yourself a time frame. eventually, this will become a habit and i am sure that once you get used to wearing it, taking it off will feel strange. while doing this, start dressing more modestly, maybe with the loose clothing that you have already to continue getting used to it. your own loose clothes will help you feel comfortable and will not feel like such a drastic change, like immediately wearing a jilbab might feel. the more comfortable you feel, the better your success in wearing hijab consistently will be. over time, you will begin to start wanting more hijabi-friendly outfits, like long skirts maybe etc and as you start to feel more comfortable, you will want to become more modest with your hijab and change your wardrobe and start shopping for more hijab colours etc. you will begin to feel happy, comfortable and truly strive for the sake of Allah. and Allah will reward you for your efforts.

do not lose hope it can be very hard in this day and age with social media and the people around us to wear the hijab but you need to believe in yourself. Allah believes in you that is why you are a muslim woman. your intention to wear it has not come from anywhere, He is guiding you towards Him. pray to Him that He makes it easy for you, that He enables you to wear it and guides you closer to Himself and helps you succeed. start wearing it and on the days where you struggle, remind yourself that this life is temporary and a greater reward is waiting for you, for us all Insha’Allah and the pain and struggle of this world will all be forgotten about. He knows your heart and sees the struggle and will reward you for your patience and for striving for His sake. May Allah make it easy for you, Ameen.

[luminalunii97]

The islamic republic: dOn'T MiX fOotbaLL wiTH POliTiCs!

Also the islamic republic:

*sends their journalists and employees as "fans" to Qatar to do their biddings*

*hires Bangladeshi workers in Qatar to come and pose as islamic republic supporters and fans*

*makes sure Qatar security guards confiscate any protest sign like woman life freedom prints or Iran's original flag*

*Their assigned "fans" interview with western journalists and tell wild lies, like "we have complete gender equality in iran!" Funny enough, that woman who was lying like that couldn't leave Iran without her husband's permission and couldn't go to stadiums inside of iran*

*Sending non-hijabi "fans" to Qatar so that they can claim even the women we arrest, whip and kill are on our side. This one is a wild concept, we know she has received money and she's regime related, but the regime wants to pretend she supports them from heart. Well I can't think of any reason why someone like her would support a regime that not only hurts her but calls her a prostitute for not wearing hijab, other than Stockholm syndrome! Is the regime trying to say Iranian non-hijabis have Stockholm syndrome??*

*They used the win against Wales as an excuse to dance on our fallen graves. The security forces were dancing in the streets after the win. Their hands are red with our blood and they mock us with false happiness. Just so you know, any festivities in the streets that contains dance and music is banned in Iran. Previous world cup when real regular people came to the streets to celebrate, they were treated with police suppression. But apparently for regime goons it's ok to dance in the streets*

At this point it doesn't even matter if our national football team is supporting us or not, if the team members were bought or threatened. The regime made football a war tool, let's fight then.

After loosing to USA people came to streets to celebrate. We celebrated because it's a lose forthe islamic republic and they're going to lose more than just a football match soon. We celebrated because our happiness makes our enemies mad. We celebrated because they danced on our loved ones graves, we'll dance on their graves one day. We celebrated because they want us depressed and compliance, but we won't sit until we see their downfall. We celebrated because it's banned in iran and we no longer play by the Islamic republic rules. We celebrated because we're practicing to celebrate the regime change soon.

Before the game we were telling each other no matter what the result we're going to the streets to make noise. They can kill our bodies but they won't kill our spirits.

The regime as they always do, opened fire on people. Broke windows and broke skins. This man was murdered last night in a northern city in iran for honking a happy rhythm. He was shot in the head for honking. His name was Mehran Samak. His last Instagram story said: no matter what, we're going to the streets tonight.

And let's hear one last tragic story. Mehran Samak was Saeed Ezatolahi, one of the national football player's childhood playmate. When one was crying in Qatar over loss, the other was cheering the Islamic Republic loss in his city. This is all on the regime. No one wins as long as this regime is on.

ps, celebrating for us means dancing while chanting death to the dictator. It's not a happy occasion, it's a fighting strategy.

Ps2, after the match with USA the security guards opened blind fire on people. One of Iranian actors, Mohammed Naderi, shared a picture of his pierced car window and wrote about his experience with the security guards:

[bintturaab]

When I started practicing Islam, which was around 12 years ago alhamdulillah, my parents were such a huge obstacle in the way of trying to adhere to deen. I wasn't allowed to wear proper hijab, was sort of grounded, not allowed to read or listen to anything - even books of tafsir and hadith, not allowed to be with my other practicing friends, forced to drop out of arabic and other courses, etc etc. Home didn't feel like home but a battleground, on a daily basis.

Fast forward to present day; my family and I have dinner table discussions on matters of tawheed, my parents are the ones who facilitated my learning arabic and becoming an arabic teacher bi fadlillah (omg????), they've finished Shaykh Ahmad's tawheed series and loved it and are further learning tawheed and other aspects of deen, my mother finished tafseer ibn kathir twice already; may Allah bestow His endless blessings and mercy upon them and grant them the highest stations in Firdaws, ameen.

Thinking about how things had started and where they are now, wallahi makes me so overwhelmingly emotional. It fills my heart with so much warmth and joy that sometimes it feels like I can't contain it anymore. Allahu Akbar wa Lillahil hamd. No matter how many hundreds of sujud ash-shukr I give, it will never be enough to express my gratitude to Allah عز وجل.

Speaking from personal experience here, when it comes to giving dawah to our families, we really need to step up. They are the first we give up on, when they should be the ones we hold on to the most. Our parents are the most deserving of our time and patience and dawah, wallahi. I know the situation isn't the same for everyone, but honestly, how much do we make dua for the guidance of our families? Do we pray for them in every salah, in every sujud? Do we ardently make du'a for their hidayah every chance we get? Do we follow up our duas with constant dawah in a respectful manner and soft approach with patience and persistence? Do they see the best of us or the worst of us? Or do we just try once and then complain for the rest of our lives without giving due efforts?

Guidance is completely in the Hands of Allah, but wallahi our duas will never go to waste and we will see their impact whether tomorrow or 10 years later. It took my family 5 years to accept my dawah, it was a very gradual process but to witness their gradual change to better and better, from stubborn to being understanding, is so rewarding wallahi. To see them become even better than you, is the best feeling in the world. And it takes a lot of time and effort to come to that point.

When giving dawah to our families, we must be patient, be consistent, be persistent, be respectful, have good manners, be smart in our approach, and make lots and lots of du'a. We should priorities our families when giving dawah, because what's the point if the whole world benefits from us while we neglect our own homes?

These are the best days of the year, let us utilise them in making du'a for our families in sha Allah. May Allah guide us all and be pleased with us, ameen.

[wiltedmiracle]

IMPORTSNT POST // DONT SCROLL WITHOUT READING // REPOST

This is not like my usual posts but I thought if i have a few thousand followers i have to use my blog to talk about what is happening in my country right now. Y'all don't know me, I'm from Iran, In Iran girls HAVE to wear hijab from the age of 7 (yes, SEVEN) otherwise we won't be able to get an education, we can't go out of our houses, we literally can't do anything, and it's not just for muslims, EVEN IF YOU'RE A CHRISTIAN OR JEW IN IRAN YOU HAVE TO WEAR HIJAB AND STUDY QURAN IN SCHOOLS CAUSE ITS THE LAW.

PLEASE KEEP READING AND LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAS HAPPEND

This Friday Mahsa Amini a 22 year old women from Saqqez, Kudristan was captured and beaten by “Morality Police” of Iran while she was on a family vacation in Tehran for violating dress code laws of compulsory hijab. The severe injuries made to Mahsa’s head caused her to slip into a coma and pass away. These allegations were repudiated by the Iranian government who announced Mahsa was already suffering from heart issues, a statement which her family members denied immediately. Her doctors also denied them but the government hushed them immediately.

What is Morality Police? They're a group of ruthless people that drive around in cities of Iran and arrest girls and women for not wearing hijab "properly", but arresting them isn't the end of it all. after being arrested women are taken down to their stations, most of the times they get beaten because they refuse to wear how they don't believe in. After that these scared women have to spend hours in small trrefiyng rooms without any food or comfortable place to rest in. Some of these women come out with truamatic expericense, some get beaten up, some have stated that they got raped and more..

People have tried to fight these laws for more than 40 years but our government is a dictatorship that keeps killing it's own people just to keep its own power. We keep losing friends and family members because we protest for what's right, we're protesting for basic human rights.

Right now we're in the streets fighting, fighting with out biggest enemy, our government, they've ruined so many lives for almost 50 years and it's enough; but we need help, our government's way of dealing with this situation is 2 things:

Shooting at us, beating and killing us (TW // BLOOD & POLICE BRUTALITY)

2. Shutting down out our internet

Over the past 4 day the hashtag #مهسا_امینی (Mahsa Amini in Farsi) has been tweeted over 26 million times, it has broke records and cought the world's attention. So many celebrities have talked about Mahsa on their social medias including Halsy, Cardi B, Misha Collins, Florence Pugh, Bebe Rexha and so many more.. but we've slowly losing internet inside iran, so we're asking for help from people around the world.

Use thehashags that are important right now on twitter: #مهسا_امینی #MahsaAmini #OpIran

keep the world focused on whats happeing to women and PEOPLE IN IRAN.

WE ARE TRYING SO HARD. WE NEED HELP. OUR REGIME HAS ALLIES IN YOUR COUNTRIES. THAT'S WHY IRANIANS ARE ALSO PROTESTING IN SO MANY WESTERN COUNTRIES RIGHT NOW, WE WANT YOUR LEADERS TO HEAR US TOO. HELP US.

I would also like to add that Anonymous hacktivist group has joined us in this movement, they've hacked lots of official government websites and cctvs to help the protester so that should tell you that this is REAL AND SERIOUS.

once again Use thehashags that are important right now on twitter: #مهسا_امینی #MahsaAmini #OpIran

tweet sources: @yoonieshope on twitter

[rukiyui-fanblog]

It's my right ( Haghame )

Song by Golazin

My dear friends

Please listen to this beautiful song and share it . I translate it for you . Please spread our voice to the world . I tried many hours to upload this video. Because they are shutting down our internet.

فارسی ( Persian )

گوش کن ای شب ، ای سیاهی

من همون خورشید فردام

من مخالف حجابم ، دیگه روسری نمیخوام

گوش کن ای شب ، ای سیاهی

من همون خورشید فردام

من مخالف حجابم ، دیگه روسری نمیخوام ، دیگه

روسری نمیخوام

حقمه توی خیابون ، باد بپیچه توی موهام

حقمه بدون تهدید ، بگذره روز ها و شب هام

تو که از موی سر من ، این همه واهمه داری

من ضعیفم ؟ یا تویی ؟ که جرات من رو نداری

گوش کن ای شب ، ای سیاهی

من همون خورشید فردام

من مخالف حجابم ، دیگه روسری نمیخوام

انتخاب نوع پوشش ، یک سلیقه است نه یک قانون

این یک حق خیلی ساده است

من رو از چیزی نترسون

اون بهشتی که مسیرش زوره و ترسه و اجبار

یک توهم پلیده از یک اندیشه بیمار

گوش کن ای شب ، ای سیاهی

من همون خورشید فردام

من مخالف حجابم ، دیگه روسری نمیخوام

من رو از چیزی نترسون

من همینم که همینم

تو دیگه تمومه کارت ، دارم اون روز رو میبینم

گوش کن ای شب ، ای سیاهی

من همون خورشید فردام

من مخالف حجابم ، دیگه روسری نمیخوام

من رو از چیزی نترسون

من همینم که همینم

تو دیگه تمومه کارت ، دارم اون رو میبینم

دارم اون روز رو میبینم ، دارم اون روز میبینم

English

Listen to me , you , the dark night

I am the tomorrow's sun

I am against hijab

I don't want headscarf anymore !

Listen to me , you , the dark night

I am the tomorrow's sun

I am against hijab

I don't want headscarf anymore !

I don't want headscarf anymore !

It's my right to walk on the street

And fell the wind in my hair

It's my right to have my days and nights pass by without threats

You're the one who teriffied of my hair

Tell me , am I the weak ? Or you ?

That don't have as much courage as me

Listen to me , you , the dark night

I am the tomorrow's sun

I am against hijab

I don't want headscarf anymore !

What to choose to wear depends on your taste , not on a "law"

This is a very simple right ,

Don't try to scare me

The heaven which is path goes through threats , fright and force

It's just a filthy hallucination , from a sick school of thought

Listen to me , you , the dark night

I am the tomorrow's sun

I am against hijab

I don't want headscarf anymore !

Don't try to scare me , I am who I am

This is your end , I can see that day

[ Listen to me , you , the dark night

I am the tomorrow's sun

I am against hijab

I don't want headscarf anymore ! ]

Don't try to scare me , I am who I am

This is your end , I can see that day

I can see that day , I can see that day

#مهسا_امینی #زن_زندگی_آزادی

@besnella please share it my dear friend . Thank you for your support. ❤️❤️❤️

[schoolhater]

december 23 2023. a speech i keep coming back to.

transcript:

As-salamu alaykum.

[Crowd: waʿalaykum salam.]

[louder] As-salamu alaykum!

[Crowd, louder: waʿalaykum salam!]

Alhamdullilah, I'm so loving and grateful for the community that we have attracted today. Why are we here today? Why are we gathering here today? We are not here for ourselves. We are not here for our community. We are here for the people of Gaza who cannot speak up for themselves.

[Crowd cheers.]

We are here for the twenty-thousand plus martyrs that have been murdered, murdered, by the extremist, far right zionist israeli government. Our brothers and sisters in Gaza are not casualties, they are not collateral damages, they are not news headlines. Every single number that you see on the death toll in Gaza has a name, has a smile. They had dreams. They cried like you, they felt joy like you, they felt fear the same way you feel fear. Each and every martyr in Gaza is one of us!

[Crowd cheers.]

It has been seventy eight days since the genocidal military campaign of the extremist zionist israeli government - seventy eight days!

[Crowd boos.]

And still our politicians, our university presidents, our elected officials have remained silent during this genocide. Shame!

[Crowd replies: Shame!]

When you see us out here, this is not normal. It is not normal for us to stand here protesting for basic human rights, for the rights of self determination, for the basic human right to exist and live! We here in the United States have been conditioned to accept the death of our people as normal. The U.S. has created a generation of refugees in Iraq, it has created a generation of orphans in Afghanistan, it has created a generation of widows in Syria, and today we are witnessing a generation of graveyards in Gaza.

[Crowd replies: Shame!]

These are people who share the same name as us. These are people who look like us. These are people who talk like us. Have the same skin color as us. We have been conditioned to accept their murder and death as normal. Do Palestinians deserve less rights because they do not have blue eyes and blonde hair? Do Palestinians bleed any less because they have dark hair and hijabs? Do Palestinians feel any less pain because their mother tongue is Arabic?

[Crowd replies: No!]

We gather here today to show that we do not want our politicians, our governments, our university presidents apologies in twenty years for this genocide against Gaza. We do not want their apologies once the dust has settled and the cold bodies have piled, we demand action today!

[Crowd cheers]

[unintelligible] But we will never forget those who remain silent. We will never forget those who remain silent. We demand a free Palestine from an abusive and terrorist occupation. We demand a permanent ceasefire. We demand a complete defunding towards the israeli government that for over seventy-five years has used that money to systematically murder and displace the Palestinian people.

[Crowd boos and says: Shame!]

For those who remain silent: your silence is worse than a bullet. Your excuses are worse than a missile. We demand a generation of Gaza, a generation that can breathe and smile, free, in Palestine. Because without our brothers in Gaza, and all of Palestine, there is no Ummah, there is no Arab world. Without Gaza, there is no humanity. Without Gaza, we are incomplete. Without Gaza, we do not exist. Free, free Palestine!

[Crowd: Free Free Palestine!]

From the river to the sea!

[Crowd: From the river to the sea!]

Palestine will be free!

[Crowd: Palestine will be free]

[Crowd cheers]

[seethesound]

Iranian chess player Sara Khadem took part in the FIDE World Rapid and Blitz Chess Championships in Kazakhstan without a hijab for two consecutive days

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

hoping to do some good in the world (Muslim Hermione- fight me, jkr)

When a little muggleborn girl walks up to the Sorting Hat, a number of purebloods (and a number of muggleborns, to be honest) wonder why they can't see her hair- why her head and neck are covered by a dark blue headscarf.

In the ensuing months, they will learn the word hijab.

---

Hermione Granger is faithful and studious. She hates breaking the rules and is a perfectionist.

(She is also stupidly, irrevocably, wonderfully noble.)

In this universe, as in most others, Hermione Granger carries these traits close to her heart, in her spine and in her head. She holds faith in things that do not have a ready explanation, believes in heroes despite all evidence otherwise.

---

Hermione Granger finds a Summoning charm in her textbooks and figures it out how to perfect it before she even steps foot on the Hogwarts Express. If she is to complete her five daily prayers, then she will need a way to grab her prayer rug easily without having to carry it around all day (the Hogwarts blueprints show a school almost too large to be real- she’ll have to investigate that).

She leaves her first class and her lunch block for five minutes everyday. She heads out into the hallways, summons Abba’s prayer rug, recites a compass spell to orient herself toward Mecca, and recites her prayers.

---

This is not a story about heroes and villains. It is not a story about war and destruction, about magical spells and epic climaxes.

This is a story about the strength of a single girl’s faith.

---

Hermione knows fear. She knows the way that people look at her hijab with suspicion, look at her father like he’ll hurt them and her mother like she’s stupid (despite the fact that they’re both dentists, with their doctoral degrees and a wish to help others). She knows hatred, the way people sneer when they look at her and the way boys at her primary school would tug at her hijab, jeering names at her face.

She knows that Harry and Dean and Lavender and Anthony and Neville and the Patil twins all suffer from the same prejudice as she does, if for different reasons.

When Draco Malfoy spits mudblood in her face, when he curses her origins, she calls upon the spells that she can run past her lips. She summons up a righteous anger borne of years of absorbing others’ hatred, remembers pages and pages of spells. She whips hexes at prejudiced lips, smiles at the crunch of her fist against his face.

---

Hermione Janan Granger does not pray to flawed mentors and old men- she prays to Allah, and to herself. She is more than just a pawn, a fount of unfocused knowledge.

She wants to do good in the world, just like her parents, but she guards her trust close. She bestows it on those who have earned it- Harry, Ron, Ginny, Millicent, Anthony, Neville, Luna- but not on men who people seem to put blind faith in without proof.

Her faith is strong, but it is not without base.

---

She makes friends with Anthony Goldstein, who celebrates Yom Kippur and Hanukkah and the Shabbat prayers with the same devoutness with which she practices her own faith. In a rather secular, magical world, being able to find someone else who puts such effort into their faith is relieving to her.

---

During Ramadan, her mind grows sharp and her spells powerful even as her stomach growls. Her focus increases as her hunger grows, as her faith finds its way past the limits of her stomach and into her bones.

Her dedication to her faith becomes known, and respected. During this month of the year, she is unbeatable even as her skin grows a bit sallow and her stomach grumbles during classes.

(She heads down to the kitchens after sunset and is greeted by a feast. She understands that, magically speaking, it fulfills house elves to provide food for her, but her faith does not abide by slavery of any sort. It is hard for her to process their smiles whenever she asks for food.

So, instead, she thanks each and every house elf, mentions them all by name in her prayers. Perhaps this will help them.)

---

When Hermione tells Harry, the orphan boy, the forced hero of the story, that they are all heroes, she doesn’t mean that they are all saviors of worlds, leaders and princes. She doesn’t mean that they have to save the day, have to be courageous and beautiful and in love.

She means that they are survivors, and that this, in itself, is a heroic act.

---

Her caftan for the Yule Ball her fifth year is modest and beautiful. A long dark blue caftan, trimmed with dark blue lace and embroidered in gold, it is just perfect. Her hijab is dark blue to match.

Viktor Krum looks at her and smiles. “You look beautiful, скъп."

She smiles. “Thank you, Viktor."

Viktor Krum is nothing like the perfect Muslim boy she dreamed of as a little girl, but he is smart, and wonderful, and perfectly kind.

He respects her faith and her boundaries, calls her beautiful. He holds her hands, but does not kiss her. He is the perfect first boyfriend.

---

When she emerges from the lake, her hijab is sodden with water but thankfully still covers her hair and her neck.

---

Viktor leaves at the end of the Triwizard Tournament. Cedric won, Fleur placed second, and Viktor placed third. Despite his loss, he smiles and says, "It vas vorth it, Hermione, because I got to meet you."

Hermione returns his smile. "It was nice to meet you as well, Viktor. We'll continue to write, right?"

He nods. "Of course."

---

Hermione Granger is not meek. She is devout, and focused on her studies, but not meek.

She is full of faith for many things: Allah, education, and herself. She channels this faith into progress, into change.

---

Harry comes to her at the end of fifth year, stomach in his throat. “Hermione,” he says, eyes downcast, “I have something to tell you.”

“Yeah?” she asks, raising her eyes from her book.

“I...I think I like boys and girls.”

She looks at him. She’s suspected for a year or so, ever since his minor obsession with Cedric Diggory last year and the way he stares at Neville’s arse sometimes.

“Okay,” she says, and flips the page. “Tell me when you finally ask Longbottom out.”

Harry sputters, and she smiles.

---

Hermione’s sixth year, she breaks up with Viktor. It is an amicable split, no hard feelings between them. He wishes her luck with school and asks if she’ll mind if he comes to celebrate her graduation next year.

She smiles and says of course not.

---

She walks into the Room of Requirement (a fascinating discovery when searching for an answer to Harry’s Second Task two years ago) and finds Harry and Neville snogging in the middle of the Historic Legends section of the Great Hidden Library.

She clears her throat and they spring apart, looking like they’ve been caught doing something unspeakable. “Mind handing me the copy of the Upanishads, won’t you?” She gestures to Neville, who grabs a copy of the book that she’s seen him reading on the Express and hands it to her. “Thanks,” she says, and heads over to the Muggle Sports section (the far end of the library) so she can read in peace.

---

Hermione graduates top of her class, Susan Bones, Draco Malfoy, and Terry Boot right behind her.

The world is at her fingertips, and all of knowledge is within her grasp. She can change everything wrong with the world.

---

When Hermione Granger is eleven, she climbs a stool and puts a hat on her head. She is told that she will do well in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin, and she smiles.

I want to learn everything, she thinks, and the Sorting Hat shouts her House to the world.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13706415