not my strength

I’ve noticed a reoccurring theme in my friends explanations of their characters

anonymous asked:

What is Akira ,and text say Michi ,and thanks for the hardwork.

Akira wakes up.

Akira: (Did I fall asleep again…? My strength hasn’t properly returned yet, huh…)
Akira: (Haise… He had such a strained voice…)

Akira: (Today… What day is it today?)
Akira: (Has it been a month since Rushima…?)

Akira: !

Akira notices something.

Akira: Maris Stella…!!

She quickly turns to face the door.

Amon: …
Amon: …Lo-
Amon: Long time no shee… see.

Akira & Amon reunion

Akira wakes up.

Akira: (Did I fall asleep again? I just can’t seem to get my strength back. Haise… his voice sounded pained. What day is it today? It must be about… a month since Rushima?)

Akira: !Maris Stella!!

At that moment, the door opens and Amon walks in, holding Maris Stella.

Amon: It’s.. it’s been… a long time.

There’s this little girl in my community, and she reminds me so much of myself at her age. She’s this crazy, hyper, emotional, passionate child full of life. She loves food and has to try everything in front of her eyes. Even when she knows she won’t like it, she just has to try it! She asks a million questions and inquires about everything. She literally has to comment on everything.

e v e r y t h i n g. 

She has a mind of her own and she’s so darn stubborn.

And she is so full of love.

My momma helps her with her homework a few times a week. When my momma’s busy or needs to step away for a bit, I’ll step in, help out, and hang with her. She’s sometimes so persistent for no reason and literally gets on my last nerve, but then she’ll crack a joke and smile at me, and I’ll start cracking up with her. Then, there are times when she’ll throw a tantrum and start bawling out of nowhere, and I’ll stand there, head in hands, so done with everything, about to shed some tears myself. Haha, every time I start to get annoyed and frustrated beyond control, my momma’s like, ‘you were exactly like her at this age lol, calm yo self, i dealt with you didn’t I?’

This crazy little girl annoys me, brings me to the absolute last tipping point of my sanity, has endless food and baking requests for me at every chance and opportunity she gets, but my God, I love her. I really do. She’s like the little sister I never had.

So when I found out about her situation from my momma, similar to that of my own childhood, man. I cried. She lives in an extended household, and of course she wants attention. I was just like her, desperate for some extra attention amidst an absurd amount of children and adults in a too small home. When children want attention, they act out. They run around, they play, and yes, they are sometimes very unreasonable. 

But that does not give anyone the right to raise their hand to a child. Especially, especially if that child is not your own. Hitting a child is despicable, unnecessary, and does way more harm than ‘good’, though I can’t seem to think of anything ‘good’ in the first place. How the freaking hell do her grown up, adult uncles think it’s okay to raise their hands on their niece? How? They’ll hit her, complain to her mother, then her mother will hit her further out of frustration. I swear, this will follow her for the rest of her life. I know, I know, I know. I know how much it is affecting her right now. This household dynamic is so common in the desi community, to varying degrees. Where the wife is worked to the bone, has zero say in anything, is expected to adhere to every member of the household with a smile, and not allowed to complain to her husband about anything in order to keep peace in the house. So she takes her anger and frustration out on her child. To keep every one else happy. 

What do I say to this little girl? I could speak to her mom, but coming from a similar background, I just know she’ll never stand up for her daughter. Instead, this girl’s family may even stop sending her to us. Desi women have been taught to endure, endure, endure, and are pretty much forbidden from standing up for themselves. 

There even comes an extent to endurance, when it is no longer strength, but weakness. 

I am so sick of certain aspects of desi culture. So heartbroken. 

I will sit her down and explain to her that none of this okay. I will be there for her. I will share my own experiences with her. I will be patient with her, I will listen to her, and I will do my best to be there for her. Bi’ithnillah.

Perhaps Allah placed us in each others lives for this reason. Ya Rabb. As long as I am able, this little girl will always have a safe space with my momma and I.

May Allah protect me, and the man I will marry, from ever, ever, ever raising a hand on our children. 


Authors note: This is my first story, I encourage you to let me know how you’re liking the story so far and ask questions, I would also like to thank @starshinesupergirl for all the help.

Walking Dead Characters

Warnings: Blood, Language, violence, violence towards women, food, water and sensory deprivation, suggestions of non-consensual sex.

Chapter Summary: To break or not to break, is the question.

Chapter One: First Encounters

Chapter Two: Empty Threats

Chapter Three: Dinner Date

Chapter Four: The Grocery Store

Chapter Five: We Get What We Deserve

Chapter Six: A Dark Surprise

Chapter Seven: Solitary

“What’s a lil’ girl doin in the deep dark woods all by herself huh?” The man challenged.

“Well, I could say the same about you” I snipped.

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Yesterday my back hurt again, more than it has in awhile. I really don’t want to go back to physical therapy 😕. After work I went to bikram, I had not eaten a lot for lunch and I sure could tell, my energy was so low. I have to remember to eat a big lunch on yoga days. After bikram there was a yin yoga class and with so much back pain I decided to stay for that too. We used a strap for a lot of the stretching and I realized my grip strength is terrible, my fingers were dying from holding and pulling on the strap, lol. I almost cried during the heart opening pose, too many pent up feels 💚. My back is a little better today, still sore but better. I did kinda feel bad I barely saw my family yesterday since I left right after work at 4 and didn’t get home until 8:30. I did not eat any sweets 😁!! No time to really, but still a win.


I’m running into fences
Barriers that freeze me
behind and over
No where to jump
No land to square my footing
I can’t get to you
And the pain runs deep
For on your side of life
You shed and die a little
Each night into day
I can’t give you my strength
Can’t run you my ropes
Watching you fade boy
Cuts me to the core
And guts me
Just fucking guts me

I was a substitute gym teacher for the morning, and the kids played 3 games, one of which was a version of dodge ball with yarn balls instead of something more painful. And yet…

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Thank you everyone for all your support and love this year. I’m so happy to have met so many amazing people in my life. 

It’s because of all of you that I was able to find the confidence and strength to carry on. So thank you so much. <3 I hope you all have a wonderful 2017~

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