According to Bild, the field officer said during a seminar on May 12th that: “I’m fed up that 200,000 soldiers have been placed under general suspicion because of two crazy guys. The Defence Minister has lost all credibility for me – we need to address that or have a putsch.”
My ethnicity is Afghani. My mother was born in Pakistan, where she lived until she was my age. My grandmother is a direct descendent of a man regarded as the founder of modern day Afghanistan. However, my lineage, my roots, and my family tree were, and still remain broken. Coming from a kingdom that was colonised, shattered, and then portioned out with figurative lines results in that breakage. That’s why when people expect me to give them a solid response to the question ‘Why do you look white?’ I can’t answer honestly, because I don’t know. My fair skin and my green eyes are remnants of my forgotten lineage. My great grandmother’s sharp, bright blue eyes and white blonde hair tell me why I look the way I do.Growing up in the US has erased my understanding of my appearance completely. I was thrown into a puddle of other white-presenting children whose great grandmothers may have all had blue eyes and bright hair. I blended in physically, and I started to blend in socially, mentally, emotionally. To them I was another pretty white friend. But to myself, I was a confused kid who would come home to a mother that would sit me down and teach me how to read the Quran. And when my second grade best friend asked me which church I went to, I responded with one that I passed by on the way to my school every day, one that I would never realistically step foot in. Because I had no choice.I am still apologetic to those who ask me where I’m from and expect a less difficult response. I am still scared to say that I am Muslim. But I am privileged. I am able to hide in the white shadows; to hide the side of me that is different, that is exotic, and that is automatically associated with terrorism. I am able to reap the benefits of being a white woman in America, up until someone asks me my name. At that moment, I feel the fear that so many brown and black Muslim bodies feel on a daily basis. I am proud of my heritage, and I am proud of my people. But I know that out there exist those young women whose mother’s taught them the same verses of the Quran that my mother taught me. Those young women who are chastised, harassed, embarrassed, and who are forced to be apologetic, because they wear their ethnicity on their bodies, unlike me. Those are the women that I and everyone else must stand up for.
it’s hard to think about anything outside of Trump and Russia these days, but while we’re all refreshing Twitter every two minutes, women’s rights are being rolled back across the country. At the end of June, four health clinics in Iowa will shut down because of legislation defunding Planned Parenthood. At the same time, Texas is seeking federal funding to do the same and the DNC chair is meeting with anti-choice groups in the spirit of doing away with a litmus test on women’s rights.When even those who are supposed to be on our side are willing to throw women’s autonomy and human rights under the bus, we’re in bad shape.So yes, watch the news obsessively and plan those impeachment parties. But don’t forget about what’s at stake in the meantime.
It was also discovered during his cousin’s divorce trial that Hensley was allegedly prescribing opioids to his cousin. The senator was then said to have pointed out that there is nothing illegal about subscribing opioid prescriptions to your patient/cousin/lover.This man definitely has some strange family values and is a sad excuse for not only a senator, but a family physician.
We take over every town hall that every Republican in Congress holds from here on out. When it comes to the cowards who refuse to hold town halls, we peacefully march on their offices in Washington DC. We occupy the National Mall out front of the Capitol, or wherever else we can get permits. We use every legal means possible to take over DC, to the point that nothing happens until these coward Republicans realize their careers are over in 2018 if they don’t do something about Trump now.
If there’s any hope to be found, it could come from among Israel’s small but diverse underground music scene. In Tel Aviv, at venues such as the Block, Jewish and Arab audiences are said to dance together, united by electronic DJs. “It’s all about trying to form a new conversation and trying to be normal,” says Erez. “This is probably the only idea that I believe in now 100% – building communication through normalising the connection. If that’s something that we aim for, I think it could create some change.” Erez says that she hopes one day to collaborate with Palestinian artists but her ambitions are also that of any global pop artist: to break out of her local scene and make her songs “something that people can relate to from different parts of the world. As personal as the music is, it’s as universal as it can be.”
Late last year, an alliance of cancer centers, the National Comprehensive Cancer Network, issued treatment guidelines. Experts agree that the essential first step is to remove the implant and the entire capsule of scar tissue around it. Otherwise, the disease is likely to recur, and the prognosis to worsen.Not all women have been able to get the recommended treatment. Kimra Rogers, 50, a nursing assistant in Caldwell, Idaho, learned last May that she had lymphoma, from textured implants she had for more than 10 years. But instead of removing the implants and capsules immediately, her doctor prescribed six rounds of chemotherapy and 25 rounds of radiation. A year later, she still has the implants.“Unfortunately, my doctor didn’t know the first line of defense,” Ms. Rogers said.She learned about the importance of having the implants removed only from other women in a Facebook group for those with the disease.Her health insurer, Blue Cross Blue Shield of Montana, covered the chemotherapy and radiation but has refused to pay for removal of the implants, and told her that her appeal rights were “exhausted.” (Translation: health insurance companies don’t care if you die!)
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The nightmare began last month. Jimena, 28, and Shaza, 21, have been together since the end of last year. On April 14, the pair flew from London, where they were both living, to Dubai, having allegedly been “duped” by the father of Shaza, who had told her that her mother was very ill. The Egyptian youngster had shortly beforehand told her family that she was gay. Once they arrived in the Emirate, they were greeted with alleged death threats, while Shaza had been reported to the authorities. “I know that her father loves her,” explained Jimena, “but his mind is so closed that he can’t understand [their relationship].”The girls managed to escape and got as far as Georgia. At the airport in the capital, Tbilisi, they planned to catch a return flight to London, but they were intercepted by Shaza’s father and other members of the family, who wanted to take her back to Dubai. An altercation took place in the airport, in which the police were involved. The authorities then took the two young women to the Turkish border.
From now on, my energy, my source of light, my power and strength will remain solely in me. I will still reach out and help care for you, listen when you need someone to talk to, hold you if you need to cry, and share in laughter that makes our sides hurt. But that is where it is going to end. I am not going to worry about your comments, second glances, critical words or looks.
I am not going to take on your problems as mine, or your goals and dreams as mine.I’m taking my power back. I’m going to bottle up all of my strength and energy, and focus internally until I can remember all of the dreams that I let disappear. Until I can feel my own talents bubbling up out of my fingertips. Until I feel like I am choking on love, beauty, and happiness when I can feel the love for me rise up in my chest.
I have given you enough of my strength to help you shine, but I’m going to take it back now so I can become my own sun.