"According to the FBI, there have been 129 confirmed white Christian terrorists in the last 20 years. That includes Timothy McVae, the uni-bomber, the Atlanta Olympics bomber and dozens of family planning centers and abortion clinics. Muslims? 19. Which would make white people the most likely demographic to commit a terrorist attack. So watch your mouth before you call me a terrorist or I’ll knock your fucking teeth out.”
Day 3 of 100 days of gratefulness
Painkillers - I cannot be more appreciative for simple tablets like paracetamol and ibuprofen. We live in a time where aches and pains can be cured so easily. (Especially grateful for them during that time of the month). We can buy these painkillers over the counter without really thinking about, yet without them life is a lot harder :/
Day 2 of 100 days of gratefulness
Photos - The way they can capture perfect moments and preserve memories for generations is beautiful. My mum recently brought back photos of my grandma who recently passed away and just being able to go through and see snippets of her life is truly a blessing. We’re able to share moments that we may have forgotten about and we can relive moments we wish we could go back to.
Day 1 of 100 days of gratefulness
I was inspired to do this project after seeing a girl on my facebook do this. She would find something to be grateful about every single day and I think that if I spent more time counting my blessings than complaining about the stuff I don’t have, I’d be a better human being and be closer to Allah SWT.
So here goes…
Day 1 - Family. As much as we fight, and there are lots of times where we don’t get along I am grateful that I have family to come home to. I have my parents to rely on when I’m in any sort of trouble, I have my siblings to have fun with and confide in.
I’m also grateful that I have family all over the world which means that it’s easy for me to visit different places yet still have a reminder of home.
is "l'esprit de l'escalier" a real thing?@Anonymous
no (spanish accent)
It’s an old metaphor which first appeared around 1780 (I don’t bullshit you when I say it’s old) and I guess someone saw it in a book at some point, went crazy because it’s oh so damn hipster, and now all cheezy francophiles use it as their motto. Truly, I’ve never used it, not a single time in my whole life. And I’m a Diderot fan.