I Can't go anywhere without my Baby 😎💙 . #mysunglasses #love #armaniexchange #ae #accessories #glasses #nyc #brooklyn #lifestyle #instaphoto (at New York, New York)
“May Allah lift you to the position you so dearly desire. May Allah erase your secret fears. May Allah answer your secret prayers. Ameen”
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Love is so powerful. I realize why lack of love for self and racism is the hardest part to be released by our ego self. Our strength and divinity hidden from us thru oppression and deception. All for economical gain and power. Now we are awakening from that illusion. We are capable of doing anything once we are a united race. Our culture is so blatantly appropriated because they want us to hate our greatness. Let’s continue to excel. Help, love, teach, support, respect and understand each other. By giving ourselves internal love we connect more to our African ancestry. We become more interactive with Earth and connect to our Cosmic ancestry as well. God reminded us of His love by giving us consciousness. He’s within and around us. He’s nature. It’s no coincidence our hair, skin, our beauty reflects the same in nature. It’s up to us ((not them)) to ascend into our Divine Self again. Social media is controlled by us but everyone else profits from it except us. Fashion, jewelry, our intelligence…. We have the power to change the world. That’s why they don’t want us to identify with our heritage or with the words BLACK POWER!!! Don’t get lost in the illusion of “glam-our ” and self hate fed by reality shows and the fake main media. Create your own masterpiece. Your ego creates chaos. Your soul creates beauty, love. You have the power of choice. Life is a gift from God. Share the gift of love. Peace unto all. May we rise again and reign supreme. Love Divine.
You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
Suzanne Collins (via amargedom)
“Sky, what are you feeling?” The sky starts crying.
“Ohh, me too ”
Depressive mood
how you love yourself is how you teach others to love you
Rupi Kaur, from milk and honey (via pigmenting)
me and you and a field of flowers
these days i’m made of sad songs & missing you; these days i live in two time zones: when you’re awake & when there’s silence; these days we say it’ll be okay over & over again; these days we live on promises of someday soon & just a little longer & i will hold you in my arms.
i really miss you & i wish i could come home, a.b. (via worldsofstarlight)
Our story became like a flute, empty and hollow, and sounds sad. أصبحت حكايتنا كالناي، فارغة مجوفة، وصوتها حزين
Shahrazad al-Khalij (via nizariat)