Presumably, he wanted to make a name for himself, which is why I won’t identify him. His name deserves to be forgotten. Discarded. Deleted. Labels like ‘madman’, ‘monster’, or ‘maniac’ won’t do, either. There’s a perverse glorification in terms like that. If the media’s going to call him anything, it should call him pathetic: a nothing.
—  Charlie Brooker, with one of the wisest quotes about spree killers/terrorists ever.

no this is not islam
not chrisitianity
not judism
not hinduism
this is simply barbarism at its best
to take lives of children with dreams and aspirations and oh God so many things to see yet
this is not what a human being does

you have stones where we have hearts
you have water where we have blood
your bloodshed guarantees your victims heaven
but ever lasting hell for you

you are not a martyr in Gods eye
and i hope….i hope there is an afterlife
and i hope with every tear i dropped for the lives you took
that they will be there to watch you suffer 100 times than you made them suffer

—  fatima tariq
Is there a pattern to some Isis attacks???

22-05-15 lee Rigby

22-03-16 Brussels attack

22-07-16 Munich attack

22-03-17 London attack

22-05-17 Manchester attack

All these terrorist attacks took place on 22nd of every odd numbered month exactly. So following this pattern the next event will supposedly be 22-07-17. It may be a coincidence but it seems there is a pattern to all of these events. Just be careful and stay safe on the 22 of July, this is way to creepy and coincidental to ignore.
Yesterday, a bomb went off in Manchester,
In an arena, filled with women and girls and families,
Watching a show that was part of the “Dangerous Woman” tour.

What is a dangerous woman?
Is it a woman who brandishes a weapon?
Is it a woman who lacks empathy?
Is it a woman who reviles humanity?

To me, it seems, a dangerous woman is one who has autonomy,
A woman who owns her sexuality,
A woman who lives independently.

To me, it seems, a dangerous woman is a woman who thinks,
Or a woman who can read,
Or worse: A woman who likes to speak–

But really, a dangerous woman is one who is unafraid.

Do you know how dangerous it is to be a dangerous woman?

Because yesterday, young women, mothers, families, filed into an arena to watch a young woman perform.
She called herself a “dangerous woman” on her tour.
She wore a flashy costume, make up upon her face, heels on her feet.
She danced and she sang.
She moved her own body her own way.
And the girls in the crowd watched and they cheered for her as her music played.

Shortly after that, a bomb went off.

How dangerous is it to be a dangerous woman in a world that wants you to remain afraid?

Do we have a right to feel badly,
While babies wash onto shore,
While girls are raped and sold,
While bombs are dropped onto villages, on the young and the old,
While still, we want to deny them refuge–
We want to deny them safety from the pain we helped ensue.

Because, well, we are afraid.
We are afraid to let in the “wrong ones”,
And so, we’d rather let in no one,
Because no one is better than a wrong one,
And one less wrong one is better than saving a thousand right ones,
Because who cares if they’re right ones if they’re not white ones–

Right?

In India, a while ago, a woman was forced unconscious,
Raped,
Beaten to death,
Run over by a car,
And disfigured,
All in an attempt to rob her of her humanity, rob her of her voice, rob her of any other choice–

Because a woman with a voice, a woman with a choice, a woman who is unafraid, is a dangerous one.

And those men were afraid,
So they “put her in her place”,
And, like cowards, they left while dogs ate her remains.

But in this world filled with dangerous women, this is commonplace.

Do we have a right to feel badly,
While refugees are denied entry, from the very attacks we fear,
While women disappear, so fucking frequently,
While we elect a demagogue to the highest position in this fucking country–
Do we even have a right to feel badly?

Because, yesterday, in Manchester, a bomb went off,
At a concert aimed at young women and girls,
For a tour called “Dangerous Woman”–
And as I read about the strewn bodies and the blood,
About the 22 dead, the 59 injured, the lives changed for good–

I looked at the president,
Who has made surviving abuse, or rape,
Who has made pregnancy, or, more simply, “Existing While Woman”,
A pre-existing condition that denies women safety
That denies women humanity–
Because all you dangerous women,
Should be afraid,
And if you aren’t afraid,
This president, or like those men in India, or like that bomber in Manchester,
Will remind you of your place.

I looked at the president,
Who refers to the perpetrated attackers as “evil losers”,
Who tells us to be afraid of those “evil losers”–
But also to be afraid of the ones running from those “evil losers”–
I can’t help but be filled with rage,
I can’t help but refuse to be afraid–

Because we are not the good ones,
Because we are not the better ones – not even close –
Because I don’t stand behind a country that is fueled by my fear –
Fueled by fiery, blazing fear –
Because those “evil losers”
Had a message last night,
In Manchester,
That seems to be very similar
To our own,
Not so loud,
Not so obvious,
Not so bloody,
One.
— 

Dangerous Women, a poem by, Dana Espinosa

RIP to all the victims of the Manchester bombing, and every other bombing taken place during this war, and RIP to all the women who have died at the hands of men, whether directly or indirectly. I am so sorry.

Mulher do corpo lindo á brasileira Ísis Gomes

 Vejam essa imagem dessa linda mulher Ísis Gomes á loira gata. adorei essa foto e você, não gostou ? Se sim curti essa foto, dessa mulher loira linda, Ísis Gomes á loira gata.

IRAQ. Nineveh governorate. Qairawan. May 23, 2017. Popular Mobilisation Forces (PMF) fire towards Islamic State militants during a battle west of Mosul.

Photograph: Stringer/Reuters

anonymous asked:

Hi J. How are you? Hope you're safe there in Mindanao. God bless and stay safe always!

I woke up late today, and I still feel the sting of the pain from yesterday’s news. Only 100 km away from my hometown, the small city of Marawi—the capital city of the province of Lanao del Sur on the island of Mindanao in the Philippines—was attacked by a violent extremist group who pledged allegiance to ISIS. Marawi is only approximately a two and a half-hour drive away from here. We are two and a half hours away from chaos and uncertainty. Two and a half hours away from the gunshots and burned down buildings.

Martial law was declared for the whole island of Mindanao last night, effective immediately. This will go on for 60 days at least. But today, I brushed my teeth anyway, and I put my heart on my sleeves. Although I am aware that our constitution was already crafted to protect the people after the Marcos regime, I am still unsure how to feel about it. But I am okay. 

Who’s not okay are the people in Marawi. I have friends, and friends of friends who are still stuck somewhere in the city since last night, unable to go home or evacuate as there are still gunshots heard from time to time. I do not know them personally, but I do know this: In these moments of darkness, we shine brighter. In these moments of sorrow, we are one with them. I am not religious, but for now, I continue to #PrayforMarawi. It is the least we can do. But it may be the most we can do as well. 

Thank you for thinking about me. I hope you think about our brothers and sisters in Marawi too. They need our prayers and help now more than ever. 

Click this link to know how and where you can help. Follow our social campaign, I am Mindanao, on Facebook for updates. 

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“It’s much more dramatic to say, “Let’s carpet bomb them,” or “Let’s bomb them to oblivion,” or “Let’s send in troops.” But that simply makes the situation far worse. Actually, we’ve seen it for 15 years. Just take a look at the so-called war on terror, which George W. Bush declared—actually, redeclared; Reagan had declared it—but redeclared in 2001. At that point, jihadi terrorism was located in a tiny tribal area near the Afghan-Pakistan border. Where is—and since then, we’ve been hitting one or another center of what we call terrorism with a sledgehammer. What’s happened? Each time, it spreads. By now, it’s all over the world. It’s all over Africa, Southeast Asia, South Asia, everywhere you look… That’s what happens when you hit vulnerable systems with a sledgehammer, not knowing what you’re doing and not looking at the roots of where these movements are developing from.” - Noam Chomsky

Anyway Isak and Even are both drifting off to sleep right now, happy smiles still soft on their faces. They are facing each other and Isak has his hand in Even’s hair, his fingers drawing slow circles in that blond mess. They can’t really keep their eyes open anymore, it’s just too warm and cozy and safe, but they also don’t want to look away. So their lids stay closed longer and longer with every blink (Isak’s at 8 seconds now).

IRAQ. Nineveh governorate. Mosul. May 24, 2017. A member of the Iraqi federal police forces takes position during a battle in Dawasa district. The Iraqi forces will launch a new operation to retake the old city area which is still under IS control, in the centre of the western side of Mosul, after surrounding the area from all sides. Thousands of people flee the city every day towards refugee camps due to the fighting.

Photograph: Ahmed Jalil/EPA

cnn.com
Duterte: 'I had to declare martial law' to fight ISIS in Mindanao
Philippines President Rodrigo Duterte said his martial law declaration for the country's restive south was necessary in order to fight militants there.
By Euan McKirdy and Joshua Berlinger, CNN

If the terror threat spreads, Duterte said, he’s not afraid to go further.“If I think that the ISIS has already taken foothold also in Luzon and terrorism is not really far behind, I might declare martial law throughout the country to protect the people,” said the President, who cut short a visit to Russia to come home to deal with the violence.

Fighting between government forces and the Maute group, an Islamist militant organization based in Mindanao, began Tuesday afternoon in Marawi, a city of about 200,000 people.