The moment you or I allow anything, other than our Creator, to define our success, our failure, our happiness, or our worth, we have entered into a silent, but destructive form of slavery.
Yasmin Mogahed (via thelittlephilosopher)
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(Source : ajarfullofdreams)
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“The day I’m killed,
my killer, rifling through my pockets,
will find travel tickets:
One to peace,
one to the fields and the rain,
and one to the conscience of humankind.
Dear killer of mine, I beg you:
Do not stay and waste them.
Take them, use them.
I beg you to travel.” — Samih al-Qasim(one of the most famous Palestinian poets of our time.)
(Source : zuleikha)
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