i love turbans

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If Good and Evil can’t find a way to work together, neither side will survive.

anonymous asked:

hello! i've been following your gerudo tag pretty religiously and i was wondering: if you could dress the gerudos up in pretty+practical outfits, what would you choose?

well, if i could only pick one, I’d go with south asian just bc i know all the different outfits and all the specifics involving such clothes. i mean imagine gerudo royalty (especially a Gerudo Zelda) wearing this:

And I’d love to see some Gerudo wearing turbans (I LOVE TURBANS ON GIRLS) not necessarily as fancy but this one is so pretty :3

But ideally, I’ve been thinking about having the Gerudo have sub-tribes, with each being based off of various different cultures. idk!!! I’m sorry, I hate this question because I’m completely indecisive about picking just one outfit for the Gerudo to wear. There are so many cultures and beautiful dresses across Asia and Africa and I wish I could just have Gerudo in all of them. ; __ ; I mean look at this nice Afghani dress:

If you’ve played botw and you’re familiar with the story of the Seven Heroines, I want to make each of them representatives of each of their own tribes, so I’d have like one of them be Armenian, one Kurdish, one Arab, one Pakistani, etc. Hopefully, I’ll get to drawing that sometime soon. ; ;

Photography and interview by Samra Habib

Who: Leila, Berlin

I was born and raised in Paris, France with two sisters and two brothers. I just moved back after living in London, England for a few years. I am a blackarab, meaning that my mum is North African from Algeria and my dad is Caribbean. I didn’t grow up Muslim, as we were practicing Buddhism with my dad. My mum used to fast during the month of Ramadan and it’s the only time we practiced Islam. Even though my mum was born in a Muslim family, politic of assimilation in France was running the life of people with a Muslim background while she was growing up.

I have always been a spiritual person and the first time I got to know a bit more about Islam was when I was 16. I was in the library and picked up the Qu'ran and read the French translation. I read it in three weeks. I talked to my Muslim aunty about it and she gave me some books about the life of our beloved Prophet Mohammad (sws). I started reading more and more about Islam and fell in love with it. When I was 20, I decided to become a Muslimah. I started wearing the hijab when I was 25. That was a big decision, especially in an Islamophobic country like France. I am a social worker and a special needs educator and it became a struggle to find a job in Paris.  My life in France became hell on earth.

As time passed, my hijab was more than a symbol of faith, it became a symbol of resistance and a political symbol. My hijab is political, my hijab is resistance. I am covered in tattoos so when people see me with a hijab, they’re always shocked. Some non-Muslims like to tell me that I shouldn’t have tattoos or dress this way. They’re becoming the Mufti of Paris. I just want to say “it’s between me and Allah!”

I never wear my hijab the same way, just because my mood changes all the time. I love the turban, I love the Arab style hijab, I love wearing a simple woolly hat and I love wearing a nice Panama hat. Covering my head is a part of me. And just to disturb the Islamophobic system I would keep doing it. I also decided to shave my head. You wanna see what’s under that hijab? Sorry boo, no long black hair soft and shiny like you may imagine in your 1001 Nights fantasy. I’m not Jasmine from Aladdin.

Since a young age I knew that I was queer and to be honest it never caused me any problems, maybe because I didn’t mention it and it was not even necessary. I started asking myself questions growing up in my Muslim community. When you hear things from people that you share the same faith with who reject a part of you, it hurts.

Being queer and Muslim is not a disease. We are lacking a safe space for us. We are meeting up a lot in really small groups but it’s still not enough. Some of us are scared and it’s not easy.

I have three kids and they know Islam, the same way they know about the oppressive system that we are living in. They know the queer community, the anti-racist community. They come to all the protests with me and their dad, who is my ex-husband and is the best ally that I could dream of. He knows about my queerness and has always been supportive and protective.

I am a health advisor and a sport instructor. I love sports, fashion, art, dancing (especially kizomba) and food. My life is full.

My dream would be to create a space for young queer people of color. A space where they can be themselves and grow up feeling proud with no guilt or no crap like that.

Turban Chronicles - Israel

Length of Reading: 5 Mins

Turban Tolerance: 2.1/5

Oh my this going to be juicy, so grab some popcorn and let International Sukh knock your socks off. I’m going to have to number these instances because there were MULTIPLE times!!!

  • My most interrogating interaction. I have just got off the plane and walking towards passport control, out of nowhere these two guys are eyeing me up and walking towards me, I start looking behind me to see if there’s something funky going on, not to my surprise I’m the funky object getting looks. This gentleman with a high vis asks me ‘Bro I love your turban where did you get the material from?’, I wish he actually asked for my passport and initiates a full on interview whilst all the other passengers are walking past. The guy gives me a death stare as I put my hand in my pocket and says take your hand out, that’s when I knew this shit just got real, the conversation went like where you staying? How long for? What’s your dad’s name? What’s your grandad’s name? Oh, you’re Indian? Move on. Literally, as soon as he found out I’m Indian his posture and face changed completely. RACIST much!
  • At this point, I had shat myself and wasn’t ready for round 2, so I’m standing at passport control looking worried! In my head I’m trying some positive pump like ‘you got this’, ‘you smashed round 1’, ‘we’ve prepared for this’, ‘just tell them the truth’, as I look up this normal looking white couple get sent to the interrogation room, how the hell was I getting through if they didn’t? One thing you need to know is ‘Trust in Sukh!’,  Passed the exam with flying colours, it was the fact that I was Indian, the Brown Canadians of the world. Tip: if you have gone to an Islamic country then you will be questioned, I was asked about my trip to Morocco.
  • I made it through passport control surely I would be okay now? That was just a start of what I would experience. I’m just going to skip over the part where police cars would slow down to stare me out as they drove past. I like to think that I’m relatively comfortable in my own skin and quite proud to wear a turban, but the mental struggle and anxiousness made me fold, I decided to rock a man bun and a bandana, Sukh you weak disgrace. I was warned of armed young police officers, that would be trigger happy and use any excuse to fire, with this in mind every move I made within the walls was with extra care. I stressed the fact that I was a British Indian by only speaking in English and not responding to anything that wasn’t.
  • It’s about 9 am, just come out of Church of the Holy Sepulchre feeling blessed and excited for the next item on the agenda. Staring at my phone to see what direction I should be heading in, I get greeted by a police officer who has an all too suspicious look on his face, I hand over my passport with a smile. I get a few questions and then one that resonated and stayed with me was ‘What is a Sikh?’, was I surprised that these people weren’t educated about Sikhs? I think it was more the fact that he didn’t even know anything about Sikhi, like had never ever seen one and heard of it before then.
  • My second trek in the Holy land, was to visit Temple Mount which can be visited by non-Muslims through only one entrance, which I wasn’t told about until I was stopped by the 4th police officer. It might have been paranoia but it felt like I was being followed and watched everywhere I went. Unsurprisingly I’m not the only person that has felt like that, a few individuals I spoke to in the hostel said the same thing. As I arrived at the Temple Mount entrance a set of checks were lined up; a detector, pat down and passport checks, It all became all too normal for me. For a few minutes I had to explain to security that I was Indian and just visiting as a tourist, I’m not Muslim I will not be going into the Temple I have only come to admire as a spectator, finally after a few discussions among the guards in Hebrew, probably taking the piss out of me, they let me in.

These five interactions were not the only ones, I had a few more which were being stared at in a belligerent manner from the locals and officers, waved away from some attractions as I wasn’t of the right religion and being directed in the opposite direction as I weren’t welcome in certain parts of the city.

I hope my grief doesn’t deter you to visit Jerusalem. Remember, Past performance does not guarantee future results. It honestly is an amazing and completely unique to everywhere I have been and would recommend it even though I had faced so much difficulty. Definitely not for the light hearted, I wouldn’t send my mum the poor thing.

Peace,

International Sukh

"Ever tried going through airport security in a turban?"

I love that this line is in there, that they make explicit (without hammering the point in) that one of the reasons Ram doesn’t adhere to his religious traditions is the racism he would face. That his father does face.

We’ve been shown over this and previous episodes what kind, caring people Ram and Varun are. Yet at an airport, they’d be seen as scary brown people - and in Varun’s case, scary brown person in a turban.

And maybe this can show a few more complacent viewers just how fucked up that is.

(Worst case scenario, those viewers will go, “Yeah, but that’s sikhs, the muslims are still scary.” But I hope they’ll think further than that.)

And then there’s the whole wonderful scene that follows where he talks about religion and doing a good deed, one human to another, and while the timing could be better I still love it so much.

anonymous asked:

It is permissable for women to wear hijab in the form of a turban?

I love answering questions with regards to women’s dress, would you just give me a second?