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Always wanted to write but I've never written consistently but lately got inspired to plumb my brains after falling into the Grishaverse rabbithole.

So I'll mostly start of with those fanfictions and eventually write other stuff too. Might feature singing , current reads and musings too 😝🤷

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So excited to be here! A special thanks to all my current lovely mutuals!

The Angry Woman Trope: Explained

(TW: Graphic Imagery, Sexual Assault, Rape)

Hell hath no fury like the angry woman scorned.

Despite having a bad history back then, Angry Women have the right reasons to be mad about and we often root for them to right the wrongs that they’ve been given their whole life. Our whole life girls have been taught how to repress our feelings, but today we are able to express our emotions however we want whenever we want. So let’s take a good look at the Angry Women and how they are a force for change:

History of the Female Rage

Back then, there would be representations of female rage through art. Eg. Elisabetta Sirani’s Timoclea killing her rapist and the famous Artemisia Gentileschi’s Judith slaying Holfernes. 

The author Virginia Woolf was also the popular embodiment of refined rage, especially for proper ladies who are taught to be docile. In A Room of One’s Own, Woolf showcases the anger in other women’s writing and even depicts her own anger through that history. She sees that anger as a reaction to women’s life as a second class citizen, especially in the works of Charlotte Bronte, a writer so angry, so much so that she wrote the madwoman in the attic and burned down the house.

Woolf’s anger had even found a new form in the mid-twentieth century, especially during the 60s-70s. The angry women have brought in the second-wave feminism and it gave birth to the angry feminist, believing it would help take down the patriarchal society. 

But the issue with the Angry Women is that most of us aren’t taken seriously when we get mad. Most of them see our anger as something when we “overreact” or become a “bitch” towards other people. But when a man showcases their anger over something, people root for them. This was seen in a lot of Angry Men media such as Taxi Driver, Fight Club, Breaking Bad and Joker. But the problem is that most of these examples had depicted toxic white masculinity through the eyes of an angry white male.

How the female/feminine anger is portrayed in the media

Lately, there have been a lot pf portrayal of feminine anger in the pop culture, whether they were treated as a joke, scary or used for good.

It’s even shown through the “femme fatale” trope where most of the times, the woman wouldn’t take it well when a man cheats on his wife/girlfriend with her and then dump her away as he moves on with the former. This was also prominent in the film Fatal Attraction starring Glen Close as Alex Forrest. 

When Dan (played by Michael Douglas) has a one-night stand with Alex, he then tries to ignore her or treat her as a friend. Alex doesn’t take this treatment well, like she says to Dan “I am not gonna be ignored, Dan.” while Alex’s rage is shown to be a bit sympathetic over being treated like a doll and Dan brought this on himself because despite being married and having a daughter, sleeps with Alex, her rage is treated as an obsessive “yandere-like”. Most of the audiences hated Alex so much so they panned the sympathetic ending where Alex committed suicide to punish Dan and instead, were given the one where she attack’s Dan’s wife and ultimately gets killed by her, ending her reign of terror once and for all.

In the late 90s, there were a rise of more sympathetic angry females speaking their own minds. With first being Kat Stratford from 10 Things I Hate About You.

She was shown to be a strong feminist who had an extreme disdain towards men who get away with being “assholes” and being forced into gender norms. Kat was shown to be that kind of female character who was shown to be ahead of her time. She had a lot of feminist values and did not want to conform to any man’s demands. But like in the source of the play The Taming of the Shrew, Kat becomes more toned down and a bit feminine when she falls in love with the bad boy Patrick Verona and gets together with him.

Allie Pressman from The Society represents the ambiguous rage. She has a lot of reasons to be angry and cynical at the world. First she lives in her sister Cassandra’s shadow, then gets transported to the replica of her town, then her sister gets killed and she gets put into the leadership position. She basically the female version of the male anti-heroic power player that we usually see in the past. She can be vindinctive, toxic at times and full of rage burning inside of her. Her toxic rage even depicts that there might be a time when she would snap. While she does whatever she can to control the town into peace and tries to use her anger for good, at time she lets her unbearable rage blind her into making bad decisions, to the point most of the supporting characters need to calm her down and give her suggestions.

There are even examples of the rage being used for good in taking down a patriarchal society that has for long abused and mistreated women. Especially in “rape-and-revenge” flicks,

For example in Gone Girl, Amy Dunne has showcased rage which is understandable but not admirable. Amy becomes angry at the patriarchal society who forces women to fit into their desires. Just like how she says in the “Cool Girl” speech, she had to fill in that role so that she could become desirable to Nick. But when she decides she has had enough and becomes less like a “Cool Girl”, Nick immediately gets bored of her and cheats on her with a much younger woman, which spurs Amy’s anger to the point she begins faking her murder and framing her husband for it.

Thana in Ms 45 gets raped twice in one day, which spurs a vengefulness against abusive and rapist men around her. She gives herself a makeover with dark clothes and dark red lipstick and begins gunning down abusive and rapist men around her. But she ends up misusing her rage as she ends up killing random men as well, who didn’t even have anything to do with the sexual assault Thana faced.

Cassie from Promising Young Woman, after losing her best friend to sexual assault and suicide, won’t accept how people treat violence against women as a norm and takes it upon herself to change the system and bring justice for her friend. Be it taking down possible “nice guy” predators or taking down her friend’s rapist by exposing him posthomously. 

There is also a male variant of the “Angry Woman taking down men” trope, through Elliot Alderson from Mr. Robot. While most of the other female characters like Darlene Alderson and Dom Dipierro end up being docile and passive later in the series, Elliot takes on the “femme fatale vigilante rage” towards the patriarchal society that we feel. When we first meet him, he is shown to be taking down men who are abusers, pedophiles and cheaters etc. He is treated like a female character throughout the series, like constantly attracting Male Gaze from men and hating them. Like the female protagonists of the “rape-and-revenge” movies, he later finds out that he was molested as a child by a male figure, his father. But he doesn’t use violence to take down men and slowly softens up as he realises that finding inner peace in himself through love is the only way to achieve his goals.

Conclusion

These days, female rage has become a more prominent in society these days as more and more women are being taught to use their anger for good and channel it for change. Especially in the wake of the #MeToo movement and BLM protests, more women are stepping up to change the system. So the lesson here is that we are no longer asked to repress our feelings and we have the right to be mad.

Anonymous asked:

What does the arab in your carrd mean? Is it like afab and amab?

.. i’m palestinian

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same energy

there’s more

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SIGH

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here’s another one

IT GETS WORSE WITH EVERY ADDITION

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how does this get even worse

I think about once in a while...

We have another one...

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This is the internet now tho 😭💀

Omg so many additions since I last saw this post! 😂😂😂

It's funny but incredibly telling how entitled/ignorant/insensitive some of these people are... idk if it's an education gap or purposeful ignorance.

The really bewildering thing to me is that I remember when you needed to get up and pull a dictionary off the shelf, or visit a library to look up the facts you needed. Now people have all kinds of information literally at their fingertips and they can’t be bothered to use it.

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Oh dear gods, it's gotten worse

When you know politics but no facts

don’t take people too seriously on the internet

This hits different when combined with that "Americans don't learn other countries exist till they're in 5th Grade" post from the other day.

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Demily recently got another one lads

Also, I love that, in the sign language one, it seems like the last image might've been a gif of "fuck you," screenshot at the perfect time to let you know they were about to sign "fuck you"

As a romanian person I gotta add this one too

Legendary

anyone wanna hear my rant about how marvel basically destroyed media literacy

ok so. little anecdote before i start back when guardians of the galaxy came out i went and watched it. bear in mind this was the first marvel movie i watched since thor. the first one. so naturally, when the credits rolled, i got up. immediately, the entire theatre started laughing at me and taunting me for missing the post credits scene. which was. you know. very fun for an autistic kid with massive social anxiety but i digress my point is that, in order to consume marvel content, you have to have watched literally everything that came before the film you want to watch. there are lists and arguments and timelines consisting of i don’t know how many movies so the barrier of entry is *massive*. it’s so self selecting because literally only people who are committed will sit down to watch all of this stuff and god forbid you’re a casual who just wants to watch the one movie. now i don’t have a problem with movie franchises or even movies that lean on other previous movies for an overarching narrative. but the marvel movies are exhausting mainly for these reasons: 1) they are blatantly a money making scheme. on a certain level, all movies are, naturally, but the marvel movies have such a disdain for their audience, for the people these characters are for and for the characters themselves that they will completely kill any given character’s arc - thor ragnarok did so much character development for thor and it was immediately undone the very next movie. characters are not allowed to have a consistent narrative or a satisfying ending and god forbid you’re someone who is invested in a character 2) marvel doesn’t trust its audience to put things together. everything is explained and explained again, we are on movie #4567 of collect the action hero without thought nor care for their arcs or their feelings or the things that make them themselves - the blatant whitewashing, the ableism in the treatment of characters like hawkeye, to name a few. it feels like most of the writers consider their average audience to be too stupid to follow a narrative thread without having their hand held 3) their spoiler culture. i don’t know if marvel introduced the idea that spoilers are a unique evil but GOD can it go die in a fire. not giving your actors full scripts, costumes, sets or context to play off of and then laughing at those *stupid* actors for being upset about that? the notion that the only reason to watch a movie is for the plot? i don’t know about you, but if a spoiler can ruin your movie, it’s a fucking shit movie. even movies like gone girl or rebecca, which hinge upon their plot twists, are enjoyable EVEN IF YOU HAVE BEEN SPOILED. this enables marvel to withhold pay from actors because they are not aware how big a role they’re playing. A PLOT TWIST SHOULD BE HINTED AT! if a few of your viewers figure it out that’s a good thing!!! a plot twist is not something that hits you out of nowhere with no hints or no possibility to figure it out by yourself! there is no merit whatsoever in punishing your audience for figuring out your plot twist (cough wandavision cough) 4) the way marvel has monopolised superhero movies. it’s not a strict monopoly, but marvel has managed to become synonymous with superhero movies and sets the standard for the way they are consumed. there are so many people whose media diet consists almost exclusively of marvel movies or movies like them, which teaches them to just accept what is thrown at them in disdain. so when they are shown a movie that doesn’t spell everything out, that is artistic or queer or up for interpretation, they get angry at the movie for not holding their hand. when you only know a very specific sort of media that never lets you think for yourself and that just keeps churning out more and more derivative content (i watched the last spiderman movie when my bf was here. not only did you need to watch ALL THE MARVEL MOVIES BEFORE, you also had to watch BOTH SPIDERMAN FRANCHISES in order to understand what the fuck is going on) that gatekeeps people who are NOT ENTERTAINED BY THIS BULLSHIT and creates a self reinforcing bubble 5) the way the movies broke apart and sanitised so many of their characters under the guise of expanding their appeal - in the most blatant example i can think of, they made PETER PARKER AT LEAST MIDDLE CLASS AND TIED HIS ORIGIN EXPLICITLY TO TONY STARK. like that is not the point. the people who write the characters don’t care about them and it shows and it is so, so exhausting. marvel paved the way for massive, long series that get more and more difficult to enter as you go, unneccesary plot twists that literally gut punch you because you cannot have seen them coming, spoiler culture as it exists today while teaching their viewers that it’s okay to never ever have to think critically about media, just buy the next ticket for iron man 545 and no matter what we show you in it, you’re gonna be happy because it’s MARVEL as a writer it legitimately makes me want to CRY

also the sexism and the homophobia and the racism etc

the way that like. having one unnamed character from one scene utter the words my husband is considered representation to fawn over. retch.

Reasons I like subtitles:

1. I can see how people’s names and the cities and the countries are spelled.

2. I don’t miss any words, so everything they say makes sense.

3. I get to know what background noises and conversations are.

4. The descriptions of the noises people make are freaking awesome. Ex: splutter, grunt, chuckles.

5. I can see who says what.

6. I don’t have to have the volume super loud so I can hear the dialogue, and I don’t blow my eardrums out because the ambient noises and music is SO FREAKING LOUD.

I freaking love subtitles.

Rb if you love subtitles

“hIjAb iS My cHoIcE!!1!”

Neuroscientist V.S. Ramachandran explored this idea in his book “A Brief Tour of Human Consciousness.” He proposes that laughter first appeared in human history as a way to indicate to those around us that whatever was making us laugh wasn’t a threat or worth worrying about.
So we’re essentially reassuring ourselves that whatever’s making us uncomfortable isn’t that big a deal when we laugh at an uncomfortable situation.

#ThisIsIslam

I’ve been following the Nuseiba Hassan case that happened in Ontario. Her male family members likely murdered her for refusing to wear a hijab and being independent. They didn’t even report her missing for over 8 years. It’s heartbreaking.

Holy shit I hate moids so fucking much

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Kill them.

let me tell you, i hate men of all races, religions and cultures

they’re all the fucking same, it doesn’t matter where they are from

women get killed all around the world for what they are and what they want: freedom

i wish ALL women would go a little (!!) bit insane, just to the point where they are not afraid to hurt or kill their abuser

make men fucking afraid of you, let them know that you’re loco LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU CAN DO THE SAME SHIT AS THEM

Oh, it’s the men, is it? It’s the men.

I see…

He picks up his favourite orange plastic stick. It replaced the wood ones that kept breaking. At first I was glad, as this wouldn’t give me splinters, but I didn’t realize it would hurt so much more. For the rest of my life, I will hate the colour orange. He whips the soles of my feet. The soles of the feet are a preferred spot, as the scars will remain hidden from teachers. I am six years old, and this is my punishment for not correctly memorizing surahs (chapters) from the Quran.
“So, you think you’ll memorize properly next time?”
“Yes!”
I plead to my mother with my eyes. Why aren’t you raising your voice or your hand to protect me? Why are you just standing there next to him?
What could possibly be holding her back? Was she afraid of him? She had asked him to come over. Was she partly to blame? In the moment, I cannot accept that the only parent I know would willingly give me up to be bound and beaten. He is the evil one, not my mother. That had to be the truth. So why, then, had she phoned him and asked him to come over? Why?
[..]
As I hung in the garage, I was aware that I was upside down. I knew I was being whipped, but I felt nothing anymore. I pass out at some point, and the next thing I know my mother is screaming.
“What are we going to do?”
She was scared that he had killed me. She wasn’t upset that I might be dead. She was only scared of what will become of them because they had killed me. As I came to, hearing her panicked screams, I wished I could just die. I didn’t want to wake up. Why would I want to wake up?
I was so sad, so heartbroken, but I was still so desperate for her to love me. I was trapped in a dichotomy of yearning to be loved and accepted and appreciated by my mom, and equally desperate to get as far away as possible from her.
But I was unable to go anywhere; I had no choice but to play the part of the dutiful daughter. I knew my mother hated me. I knew she didn’t care if I lived or died, and that was the most difficult part to deal with. I surmised that I was the reason she hated me. It was my own fault, because the devil, Shaytan, was so strong in me. I tried so hard to do everything she wanted.
What she wanted, it was clear, was to break me. She wanted me to stop fighting back and to just let the cement entomb me forever. Every single time I struggled I caused more cracks in the cement. Her goal was to make me stop struggling and just submit.
[..]
Finally, he unties the rope, throws it on the floor, and walks out. I lie there waiting for my mother to come and console me. She doesn’t come. I wait after every beating, but she never comes. She always follows him out the door, and I listen to their voices and laughter as they tell stories.”
[..]
“Yes, in the eyes of Allah she [Aisha] was grown up. You become a woman when you get your period, and all your sins start to get counted. Before that, you are a child, and nothing you do is recorded.”
“So how old was she?”
“She was nine.”
“Nine? That’s not a woman!” By now I was shouting.
My mother answered my persistent questions with a slap on the face, with nasty, hate-filled words and reminders that my questioning was the devil getting in my brain, whispering these thoughts to me. Shaytan, the devil, was too strong for me to fight. I tried to swallow my questions, but sometimes I couldn’t help myself.
– “Unveiled: How Western Liberals Empower Radical Islam,” Yasmine Mohammed

Who do you think puts them in the hijab in the first place?

At the age of nine, I was fitted with my first hijab, which I was now required to wear. I hated it instantly. I hated it when my mom started wearing it, and I especially hated it now that I was expected to wear it. I begged for alternatives.
“Can I please just shave my head instead? What if I wear a wig?”
“Like the Jews! You want to be like the yahood?”
I tried to negotiate my way out.
“How come you didn’t have to wear it when you were my age?”
“Because my parents didn’t know better. They should have made me wear it.”
I wished she didn’t know better. I wished she would allow me the reprieve that she had been offered. I tried every tactic my nine-year-old brain could muster, but nothing worked. Gone were all my clothes; pants were no longer allowed. Now, I was to cover every inch of my body but my face and hands. This was the moment that the final nail was hammered into the coffin of my childhood.
I felt so awkward, so uncomfortable, so hot, in those stupid oversized clothes. My whole body was suffocating. My head throbbed, and my skin oozed sweat from every pore. And every day, they told me that dressing like the kuffar was evil and that I would go to hell if I dressed that way. Besides, when the Caliphate rises, if you’re not wearing hijab, how will you be distinguished from the nonbelievers? If you look like them, you’ll be killed like them.
– “Unveiled: How Western Liberals Empower Radical Islam,” Yasmine Mohammed

This is intellectual cowardice and astonishingly narcissistic. You’re so wrapped up in your own desire to paint yourself as some kind of eternal victim that you pretend the problem is men. You’re surrounded by men too, so you’re in the same boat, you share the same fate.

No.

I’m so sick of this bullshit where western feminists pretend that they’re hurt by the mere existence of 49% of the population, like my brothers, my father and others who enrich my life. And we’re all just supposed to nod along and pretend that it makes sense. Feminist privilege is being able to call for the death of every man on the planet and get cheers from other sociopaths instead the consequences a man would get if the tables were reversed. (Everyone knows you couldn’t function without everything men do for you, so you’re all bullshit talk anyway.) When you can express your bigotry consequence-free, while destroying the lives of those who do to you what you do to them… that makes you the oppressor class, sweetie.

Have the fucking guts to name the problem.

Go on.

Name it.

Say the word.

Say it.

Islam.

You know who helped Yasmine?

She had assumed that I would be a recluse, I suppose. She figured that the students would want nothing to do with the weird kid with the thing on her head. She thought she was safe sending me to a school full of kuffar because they would ostracize me anyway. Then I would be cured. They would hate me and reject me, and then I would have no other choice but to hate and reject them in return.
My mom’s initial reaction was to try and take me out of school immediately. She threatened it, but she didn’t do it. Instead, she told me to enjoy my final year in school, because I wouldn’t return the following year. This terrified me. If I were taken out of this school—my only connection with the real world—I would never know happiness again. I was desperate. I was overcome with a sadness and fear that didn’t even lift when I was in school. Usually, my personality shifted between home and school, between black and white; now I was just grey all the time.
My drama teacher, Mr. Fabbro, asked me if I was okay. His question reached me like a beacon of light in a deep, dark well. I was more than happy to tell him everything. I didn’t hold back. I met with him and showed him the welts and bruises on my arms. In an Orwellian twist, a few days later, the asshole my mother had married stormed into my principal’s office, angry that Mr. Fabbro had seen my arm. The audacity of him. How dare this male teacher see the welts and bruises that he had inflicted on this child! The greater problem here, he surmised, was that a man I was not married to saw my arm, not that he himself had beaten me.
As a teacher in a public school, it was Mr. Fabbro’s legal duty to notify the authorities when a minor was in physical danger. Both police and social workers questioned me, and I told them all how my “uncle” would beat us mercilessly. I told them how he would walk in the door and—without provocation—grab me to release all his pent-up tensions of the day. He would pull off his belt and cover my body in welts. Even though I didn’t feel them as they were being created, the bruises and scars remained as evidence of the beatings.
Mr. Fabbro warned me that if I went along with this, there was a possibility that I might end up in a foster home, that I might never see my family again. He asked if I was prepared for that. I was giddy with excitement. I was as light as air with the possibility that I would never have to see those people again. I was just hoping that sounding this alarm would prevent me from being taken out of school! Am I okay with being taken out of that home? I thought. Are you kidding me? Nothing could possibly be more okay! He also warned me that I had to stay strong, that I had to be willing to stand up in court and say everything to the judge that I had said to him. I always remembered my promise to him that I would stay strong. I envisioned myself courageously pointing him out in the courtroom as if I were in an episode of Matlock. I was prepared.
– “Unveiled: How Western Liberals Empower Radical Islam,” Yasmine Mohammed

The men in this video are doing exactly what Islam says to do.

If these women had “pranked’ their mothers, there would be no difference in the outcome.

The Internet is full of YouTube videos of children being viciously attacked in madrasas. Girls getting grabbed by the hair and being pulled to the ground for not wearing hijab (head covers), boys being whipped and kicked as they fall to the ground. The abuse I endured, as barbaric as it was, is light in comparison to stories I’ve heard. A girl in Somalia told me of how her mother poured hot oil down her brother’s throat (as he was tied to a bed), and the siblings were forced to watch.
According to recent reports, in the Muslim-majority countries in the Middle East and North Africa, more than 70 percent of children aged two to fourteen years are disciplined in a violent manner. In some countries—like Yemen, Tunisia, Palestine, Egypt—over 90 percent of children report being violently abused. What is the reason for this? Why do those countries have such incidences of violence against children? The common thread is that they all follow the same religion. A religion that instructs them to beat their children. According to Hadith, the record of sayings and actions by Muhammad, he said, “Teach your children to pray when they are seven years old, and smack them if they do not do so when they are ten.” (classed as saheeh by Shaykh al-Albaani in Saheeh al-Jaami, 5868) He also said, “Hang your whip where members of your household (your children, wife, and slaves) can see it, for that will discipline them.” (said by al-Albaani in Saheeh al-Jaami, 4022)”
– “Unveiled: How Western Liberals Empower Radical Islam,” Yasmine Mohammed

Shove your shitty, fucking, sexist bullshit attitude. This fucked up aesthetic you cloak yourself in and wear plastered all over your face when you don’t fucking know, and you’ll never fucking know.

You are the kind of person named in the subtitle of Yasmine’s book. You are a contributor to empowering radical Islam, because you’re so caught up in your bullshit aesthetic that you refuse to recognize and name the real problem. Because to do so, you might have to actually admit that you’re not really quite so much the victim you’re constantly cosplaying as.

You are the kind of person who distracts from the cause of the problems in Islam. You are the kind of narcissist who shoves their way into the spotlight to absorb the attention paid to someone else’s problem, because you can never not be in the spotlight. You can never say “wow, I have it better.” You can never ask “how can I help?”

Because you’re a sociopathic narcissist who doesn’t give a shit about anyone else.

Nobody can talk about Islam and what it does, what its doctrines say, how it operates, what it does, how it hurts people including both men and women, because you’re so busy doing the mental gymnastics to contrive it into your favorite hobbyhorse. And so Islam goes un-critiqued, once again gets immunity. And people like Yasmine who are trying to raise awareness, trying to make a difference to practicing Muslims and ex-Muslims alike, are drowned out by your pathological need to deflect and distract from the actual point so that you can demonstrate to the world what a damaged, sexist bushpig you are.

Get some fucking help.

And say the word.

Islam.

hi!!

notably most of your posts seem to come from the viewpoint of someone more opposed to religion itself than the oppression religions supposedly cause. so you’ll forgive me if i take absolutely nothing said into meaning. i personally do not believe in any god, as you seem to. so shut the fuck up before you tell me i’m defending a god or a religion. i’m defending people.

one of your constant points seems to touch upon the refusal to deal with the point of a problem.

You are the kind of narcissist who shoves their way into the spotlight to absorb the attention paid to someone else’s problem, because you can never not be in the spotlight. You can never say “wow, I have it better.” You can never ask “how can I help?”

what exactly are you doing to help? how are you any better? you’re making this more about sex than your supposed issue with islam.

while there have been several records of the issues named in the posts (forced marriage, abuse in households, abusive parents, passive parents) there have also been hundreds of records of muslims (of all genders) who are content and proud in their religion. you have pulled sources from the same one woman and her bias. while what yasmine mohammed suffers is more common than it should be, there are multiple muslim activists that not only acknowledge the same suffering, but work for change where it can be wrought peacefully.

Nobody can talk about Islam and what it does, what its doctrines say, how it operates, what it does, how it hurts people including both men and women, because you’re so busy doing the mental gymnastics to contrive it into your favorite hobbyhorse.

humiliatingly, you’re wrong again.

tawakkol karman has been known to give speeches urging against abuse in youths, and has long continued nonviolent work to secure safety in women in yemen. she won the nobel peace prize in 2011.

dr. shirin ebadi was one of the first female judges in iran. she fought fiercely and tirelessly to a position from which she could defend the rights of women and children.

countless others on various common social media platforms have spoken out about their use of the hijab, their experience with islam, and what that personally means to them. if you were any less of an ignorant asshole, you would acknowledge the issue of the hijab being a tool of oppression is a highly westernized concept.

shahd batal (a model, not an activist, just someone genuinely talking about their experience) spoke out to say, “people always want me to overcompensate or speak on behalf of all muslims when, in reality, it’s not my job to make them accept me, nor do i really care.”

are there those who suffer unfairly (as yasmine mohammed did) in abusive and harmful households? yes. does the world need to pay more attention and care to these incidents? also yes.

but islam is not an inherently harmful religion.

most of the verses from the quran are about peace, including but not limited to verses 5:16, 4:128, 2:205. another belief is that forgiveness is earned through small kindnesses, and harm brought to anyone is a sin to be judged.

it is also stated there is no compulsion in religion.

the harm in reinforcing religion to the point of abuse is an issue many muslims are attempting to combat from places of power. no law or verse states religion is a compulsion to be obeyed; the actions are the harmful work of the parents, the family. in other words, oppression is not rooted in religion but a systematic cycle.

it all comes down to a choice.

whether you want to practice the religion. whether you want to step away.

both are valid. you can fuck off with your pronouncements of banishing religion as a solution to your hurt pride; that won’t do shit. people are going to find something else to make a problem of, people are going to find another excuse to hit their children, or oppress their family members.

the best thing we can do for anyone harmed by religion is work to combat the injustice in it, as hundreds have been trying to do their whole lives. people like you should be asking “how can we help you?” instead you’re promoting your own petulant agenda over that of those poised to help people who need it.

the problem has never been a religion. anyone can find a guise to operate beneath, a verse to support their violence. the problem is people like you who insist on bigotry.

And people like Yasmine who are trying to raise awareness, trying to make a difference to practicing Muslims and ex-Muslims alike, are drowned out by your pathological need to deflect and distract from the actual point so that you can demonstrate to the world what a damaged, sexist bushpig you are.

one final time, this is terribly humiliating for you.

people like tawakkol karman, malala yousafzai, a hundred activists regardless of gender, are trying to raise awareness too.

they’re trying to speak out and be heard.

you’ve made this about the innocence of the male sex, you’ve seemed to take pride in how men are as terrible as the women, and you’ve tried to blame a religion.

every single activist out there wants the same thing: an end to violence.

so shut the fuck up about how hateful a religion you know so little about is. stop thinking yourself worldly and intelligent and revolutionist.

the problem is people like you. the problem is people who think it’s okay to hit and harm their families. the problem is hatred and bigotry and intent in violence.

the problem hasn’t ever been islam.

OMG THIS IS SO IMPORTANT

sometimes the best fanfics are written by middle aged adults with years of writing experience who simply know how to craft a good story. but also sometimes the best fanfics are written by a sixteen year old girl with something deeply wrong with her

#fandoms need both

#biodiversity

trade secret, the middle aged adults with years of writing experience are just the sixteen year old girl with something deeply wrong with her but all grown up