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Anonymous asked: The feds and pros must be on a high after Aza's conviction, so now they're hot to capture someone new in this case and stir up a little more hatred against DT, if that's possible. They had to say he was a close friend of his. Basically they have nothing on this guy associating him to the bombing or anything else, but since he was a close friend of DT's they'll invent something. They won't be happy until every person who ever had contact with the brothers are in jail. Who's next, the landlady.

At this rate I don’t think anyone is safe…I mean if they’re following a guy around for a year with a drone just to arrest him for deleting his browser history and taking Jahar and Tamerlan out to dinner is weak as hell. I mean does that earn someone a place in solitary confinement because that’s where he is. It’s all just mind games and it’s sick that this kind of crap can be allowed to go on unchecked. Talk about an abuse of power

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Anonymous asked: Thinking of Dzhokhar on his 21st birthday. Wonder what he's thinking about. Hope his sisters came to visit him today. Hope it will be his last birthday spent in prison. We love you Dzhokhar. Stay strong.

Came across this photo and poem online & had to share :(
To A Palestinian Mother by Naima B. Robert My sister In humanity,
In the pain of childbearing In the struggle of childrearing,
My sister in Islam. I heard that they killed your children
Slaughtered by the hundreds and thousands
Young lives snatched from the jaws of destiny
Young dreams to be dreamed no more
And I cannot comprehend. For no matter how many times I hear, read or see it, I cannot know your pain. I cannot know what it is to once have felt a life kick and twist inside you
And then, a few brief years later, lay those once kicking legs, lifeless, into the earth. I cannot know what it is to once have heard a voice cry and laugh for you
And then, a few brief years later, lay that once smiling face, lifeless, into the earth. I cannot know what it is to once have held your child, whole, in your arms
And then, a few brief years later, have to gather him up as blood, bones and flesh. No matter how many times I hear, read, or see it, I cannot know your pain. For every number out of a hundred dead was a child once
With a mother who Lived, Loved And sacrificed for him. And so, my sister Forgive me
My helplessness shames me
My powerlessness maims me
My conscience blames me. So I will pray for you
I will give what I can for you
I will tell your story
I will remember you But with a heart full of humility
For no matter how many times I hear, read or see it, I cannot know your pain. Forgive me, my sister forgive me.

Came across this photo and poem online & had to share :(

To A Palestinian Mother by Naima B. Robert

My sister In humanity,

In the pain of childbearing In the struggle of childrearing,

My sister in Islam.

I heard that they killed your children

Slaughtered by the hundreds and thousands

Young lives snatched from the jaws of destiny

Young dreams to be dreamed no more

And I cannot comprehend.

For no matter how many times I hear, read or see it, I cannot know your pain.

I cannot know what it is to once have felt a life kick and twist inside you

And then, a few brief years later, lay those once kicking legs, lifeless, into the earth.

I cannot know what it is to once have heard a voice cry and laugh for you

And then, a few brief years later, lay that once smiling face, lifeless, into the earth.

I cannot know what it is to once have held your child, whole, in your arms

And then, a few brief years later, have to gather him up as blood, bones and flesh.

No matter how many times I hear, read, or see it, I cannot know your pain.

For every number out of a hundred dead was a child once

With a mother who Lived, Loved And sacrificed for him.

And so, my sister Forgive me

My helplessness shames me

My powerlessness maims me

My conscience blames me.

So I will pray for you

I will give what I can for you

I will tell your story

I will remember you

But with a heart full of humility

For no matter how many times I hear, read or see it, I cannot know your pain.

Forgive me, my sister forgive me.

Spoiled and entitled don’t even begin to describe this.  He should have taken her to Africa instead & showed her how those children live.  Calling your daughter your princess is one thing but indulging a 6 year old to this degree is just ridiculous…not exactly preparing her for this little thing called real life.

Spoiled and entitled don’t even begin to describe this. He should have taken her to Africa instead & showed her how those children live. Calling your daughter your princess is one thing but indulging a 6 year old to this degree is just ridiculous…not exactly preparing her for this little thing called real life.

priceofliberty:

nowinexile:

Protests break out in France following a ban on peaceful Pro-Palestinian protests in the country. #Democracy 

here’s a source:

The French government on Friday provoked outrage by banning protests against Israeli action in Palestine, becoming the first country in the world to do so.

This week, thousands of protesters took to the streets of Paris to demonstrate against the rising death toll in the latest conflict between Gaza militants and the Israeli army.

However, the decision to ban the demonstrations was justified, according to Bernard Cazeneuve, the French interior minister, as protests last weekend had led to violence.

I cannot accept a repetition [of these acts of violence] and I cannot take the risk of seeing French citizens, whatever their religious affiliations, exposed to violence,” Cazeneuve told reporters, the website of TV channel France 24 reported on Friday.

Cazeneuve fears there might be a repeat of the fights between “ultra” Jewish vigilantes and pro-Palestinians which occurred after a demonstration last Sunday.