praying children

Maybe in ten years from now they’ll make a movie about the world today.

Maybe they’ll make a movie about a father in Syria contemplating whether to kill himself, his wife or his children in a desperate attempt to stop the Regime from getting their hands on them.

Maybe they’ll make a movie about an 8 year old Rohingya boy who was thrown into the fire in front of his mother after his village was set alight.

Maybe they’ll make a movie about a young orphaned girl in C.A.R, crying as she remembers her sexual abuse at the hands of UN “peacekeepers” who do as they please without consequences.

Or maybe they’ll make a movie about a daughter in Gaza who picks up the phone to hear an unfamiliar voice letting her know her family has 60 seconds to run before the bombs drop.

And maybe we’ll see it and shed some tears - but we shouldn’t be crying because of the atrocities that occurred.
We should cry because we watched as these horrors unfolded and in our silence betrayed them.

The fact that there is a whole pedophile community on here disgusts me immensely. “MAP” is a term that needs to die in a fire. Stop being ‘politically correct’ towards PEDOPHILES and call them what they are. I don’t care if calling them a pedophile is offensive to them, it’s what they fucking are. A pedophile is a pedophile. No matter how much you polish them up, at the end of the day they are still sick bastards who prey on children. Sorry if I’m not “pedophile inclusive” enough for you. Whether they’re offending or not wouldn’t play a role in if you found out one of these sickos lived next door to you. You more than likely wouldn’t let your children out of the house and you’d probably end up moving if you found out there was a pedophile on your street..So why is it suddenly okay online? Not only is this disgusting beyond belief but the fact that people support them dumbfounds me??? The fact that some people include them in the LGBT community is shameful in my opinion and the amount of pandering towards them for being non-offending is flabbergasting.

Where is the humanity...

Everything I do today I feel guilty about. I can get up after a relaxing night’s sleep, pet my cat, make some tea, all in the comfort and safety of my house. Meanwhile there are people who have suffered through atrocities I can’t even begin to fathom, there are people coming to terms with the fact that the world and humanity has failed them as the Assad regime closes in on them without mercy. Average people, just like me, who would once get up and make their tea. How can I go about today without a heavy heart knowing what’s happening in Aleppo. Knowing the hundreds of innocent people who were promised safety are being murdered. I wish I was more active in the past in preventing events that led up to this massacre. I wish I didn’t keep saying, ‘when I graduate I’ll be more able to help with a degree.’ I wish I would’ve had the means to travel the ocean to do something, anything. I know that’s what I would want people to do if it were me. The UN Security Council has failed in its purpose. Why does it even exist if such massacres of innocent civilians go on uninterrupted? I pray for the men, women and children trapped in Aleppo. I pray for Syria. I am so sorry for how little I did for you.

To the Muslim Youth

Right now, with the Muslim Ban in affect and the Quebec Shooting, I am praying for the Muslim Youth. Those who are too young to understand why the world is divided and confused on whether they should support, or fear us. I am praying that the Muslim Youth have an adult they can speak to, that they can rely on, to answer their questions, so they don’t grow up to feel as if they are unwelcome in western society. I pray for those Muslim children who are confused and are being exposed to this hatred on a regular basis and inshallah, they will be resilient through this period of struggle and injustice. I am hoping they will learn how to be proud of their Muslim identity rather than be ashamed of it, and power through this period of hardship.

my cousin is having a baby shower soonish and I’m just

bc it’s a reminder I’m going to have to probably listen to a semi-newborn demonspawn at christmas and people are probably going to expect me to hold it while cooing about my future HellNo McNuggets I am in no way psychologically (and possibly physically) capable of having and assuming I’m straight and want sex in any way? Maybe I’ll spend my christmas eve hiding in the bathroom

of all the posts i’ve ever made, all the controversial things i’ve said

the post that has gotten the most resistance is the one where i simply say that maybe we shouldn’t be ok with the idea of beating children with belts and other objects

i have had people tell me over and over again how a parent can do whatever they want to their child. and all i can do is pray for whatever children they have

because no one deserves to be beaten so badly that even as an adult they are hurt by the way their parents hurt them. this is why i say we all need therapy. because if you think “i was beaten badly as a child and i turned out ok” is a justification for beating other children, then you’re not as ok as you think

I have visited Iraq five times since 2007, and I have seen nothing like the suffering I’m witnessing now. I came to visit the camps and informal settlements where displaced Iraqis and Syrian refugees are desperately seeking shelter from the fighting that has convulsed their region.

In almost four years of war, nearly half of Syria’s population of 23 million people has been uprooted. Within Iraq itself, more than two million people have fled conflict and the terror unleashed by extremist groups. These refugees and displaced people have witnessed unspeakable brutality. Their children are out of school, they are struggling to survive, and they are surrounded on all sides by violence.

For many years I have visited camps, and every time, I sit in a tent and hear stories. I try my best to give support. To say something that will show solidarity and give some kind of thoughtful guidance. On this trip I was speechless.

What do you say to a mother with tears streaming down her face who says her daughter is in the hands of the Islamic State, or ISIS, and that she wishes she were there, too? Even if she had to be raped and tortured, she says, it would be better than not being with her daughter.

What do you say to the 13-year-old girl who describes the warehouses where she and the others lived and would be pulled out, three at a time, to be raped by the men? When her brother found out, he killed himself.

How can you speak when a woman your own age looks you in the eye and tells you that her whole family was killed in front of her, and that she now lives alone in a tent and has minimal food rations?

In the next tent, I met a family of eight children. No parents. Father killed. Mother missing, most likely taken. The 19-year-old boy is the sole breadwinner. When I comment that it is a lot of responsibility for his age, he just smiles and puts his arm around his young sister. He tells me he is grateful he has the opportunity to work and help them. He means it. He and his family are the hope for the future. They are resilient against impossible odds.

Nothing prepares you for the reality of so much individual human misery: for the stories of suffering and death, and the gaze of hungry, traumatised children.

Who can blame them for thinking that we have given up on them? Only a fraction of the humanitarian aid they need is being provided. There has been no progress on ending the war in Syria since the Geneva process collapsed 12 months ago. Syria is in flames, and areas of Iraq are gripped by fighting. The doors of many nations are bolted against them. There is nowhere they can turn.

Syria’s neighbors have taken in nearly four million Syrian refugees, but they are reaching their limits. Syrian refugees now make up 10 percent of Jordan’s population. In Lebanon, every fourth person is now a Syrian. They need food, shelter, education, health care and work. This means fewer resources available for local people. Far wealthier countries might crack under these pressures.

Stories of terror, barrel bombs and massacres have acquired an awful familiarity. There is a great temptation to turn inward, to focus on our own troubles.

But the plain fact is we cannot insulate ourselves against this crisis. The spread of extremism, the surge in foreign fighters, the threat of new terrorism - only an end to the war in Syria will begin to turn the tide on these problems. Without that, we are just tinkering at the edges.

At stake are not only the lives of millions of people and the future of the Middle East, but also the credibility of the international system. What does it say about our commitment to human rights and accountability that we seem to tolerate crimes against humanity happening in Syria and Iraq on a daily basis?

When the United Nations refugee agency was created after World War II, it was intended to help people return to their homes after conflict. It wasn’t created to feed, year after year, people who may never go home, whose children will be born stateless, and whose countries may never see peace. But that is the situation today, with 51 million refugees, asylum-seekers or displaced people worldwide, more than at any time in the organisation’s history.

Much more assistance must be found to help Syria’s neighbors bear the unsustainable burden of millions of refugees. The United Nations’s humanitarian appeals are significantly underfunded. Countries outside the region should offer sanctuary to the most vulnerable refugees in need of resettlement - for example, those who have experienced rape or torture. And above all, the international community as a whole has to find a path to a peace settlement. It is not enough to defend our values at home, in our newspapers and in our institutions. We also have to defend them in the refugee camps of the Middle East, and the ruined ghost towns of Syria.

—  Angelina Jolie’s speech on the Syrian and Iraqi refugees.

Quand j’étais petite je lisais souvent un livre de science adapté pour les enfants, ça décrivait les planètes, leurs tailles, leurs couleurs, leurs distances, l’ordre par rapport au soleil, j’apprenais tout par cœur… Aujourd’hui, je peux encore tout vous réciter.
Et le soir je priais les étoiles.
Ma mère disait, et dit toujours d’ailleurs, que j’ai la tête dans les nuages. Mais je crois que c’est plutôt dans l’espace que je suis. 

Les pieds dans l’Océan, la tête dans les Etoiles.

Prayers needed

I am asking my friends and followers, please pray for my sister’s family, and most especially her husband. I wish I could say why but I can’t. And most of all, pray for her children, my nephew and my niece. A Hail Mary would be deeply appreciated. Thanks and blessings.