Category Archives: HumanLoving

Noa: Gam Ani Charlie!

I become infuriated when i see the “soft spot” people have for religion: oh, what a nice Jewish boy you see he’s wearing a kippah? he must be nice. oh what a nice Muslim girl! you see, she covers her head? she must be good! oh, look , shes wearing a cross on her neck! she is a believer!! That is such Bogus! as if the clothes, the necklaces or the dietary practices of ANYONE are any indication of what kind of a human being they are?? In Israel we let Rabbis who have plainly proselytized Jewish supremacy, hatred and racism, roam free in the streets! not only that, we give them positions and budgets! the we ELECT them for office! that is nausiating! and needless to say, that happens in the Muslim world too, big time. And the same happened in the Christian world throughout history, in a bloody and horrible way, and is probably still happening.

I am actually envious of the Christians. It seems their bloodiest times are behind them, after the massacres and butchering of the crusades, inquisitions etc etc, and now they have Pope Francis! oh, Pope Francis! a guy who would say: “you don’t have to believe in God to be a good person! Some of the best people in the world do not believe in God, and some of the worst things are done in his name!”..OMG!!! i love this man!! so where is the parallel, someone of such power and influence who would say that, in the Muslim world? or the Jewish?? if someone can point him or her out, let me know.

via Noa: Gam Ani Charlie!.

Let’s Dance. | Rebelle Society

By Leila Hussein

Puddles.

Let me never stop jumping in puddles.

When I’m 80, I still want to be the kind of girl

(and I say girl because I will be),

who dreams and blows kisses

at life on a sea breeze.

Swings.

Let me never stop going on swings.

Let the winter time not touch my heart

too late like the others,

let me discover my wings

even more as I get older.

Clouds.

Let me never stop wishing on a cloud,

and feeling my own magnificence

envelop me as I look to the sky and what I can be,

what I really am.

Dandelions.

Let me never stop blowing

dandelions down the street,

chuckling as they flee,

like a bale of hay

skipping merrily in my heart.

I am so glad for the art of living,

for the song in my heart that wills me

to get up in the morning and sing.

And dream.

For the little girl in me

Who likes to dream big.

And who will never die,

I hope.

So if you see me skipping on raindrops

down the street at age 90, please join me.

And remind me of this poem.

I will be glad to meet your acquaintance

and dance with you.

Cherry pies.

Never let me stop from wanting

to eat them when they are red hot,

because the child in me

can’t stop herself from tasting it.

A person’s touch.

Let me never become immune to it.

Ever.

Jazz.

Never let me stop feeling it in my spirit,,

even as the wind whispers age.

Fairy tales.

Let me never stop telling them,

to my nephew, my nieces or to myself.

Laughter.

Let me never stop chuckling.

Belly-ripping roars that threaten

to overcome me and have me hunched over

with tears that pour.

Babies.

Let me never stop learning from them.

As their eyes melt forth and speak of a wisdom,

a heart centuries old.

Flowers.

Let me never stop smelling them,

standing in awe at their beauty.

Let me never forget my surroundings

and tune it all out,

nature and its entirety.

Hope.

Let it never leave me.

Even when faith has forgotten its way.

Love.

Let it never stop bleeding out of me.

Every tiny essence of it.

Songs.

Let them never leave me.

Even when there is silence around.

Water.

Let it always lead the way home.

And keep me strong and healed,

connecting me to truth.

Mud.

Let me dance in it. Barefoot.

Preferably with people I love.

But alone is good too.

The Sea.

Let it never stop calling me,

inviting me to lay in its rhythms,

and soothe myself at ocean floor.

The Sky.

Let me always look up at it.

Wondering about the heights

I will climb in my time left on this earth.

Life.

Let me never believe the myth

that it is long, arduous or hard.

Let me always be willing

to let it in just one more time..

Until the sun comes up once more.

via Let’s Dance. | Rebelle Society.

Emel Mathlouthi – Ma Lkit Official Video – YouTube

Tunisian Emel Mathlouthi, inspired singer and poet and a highly creative composer, stands directly in line from the great divas of the Maghreb, but has also inherited the legacy of the protest singers of the 60s. With sources and influences ranging from Dylan to Cheikh Imam and sounds of our time, she vests her protest songs in the rock and electronic sound of immediacy. One of the figureheads of the “Arab Spring”, she also has immense stage presence and a voice that spells revolution and freedom. This album and her unforgettable songs will place her firmly on the international pop scene.

via Emel Mathlouthi – Ma Lkit Official Video – YouTube.

Mimi Writes…….: How To Blog For Peace on Social Media

On Nov 4 Change your status to Dona Nobis Pacem (Latin for Grant Us Peace).

Put up a peace graphic.  Post and Share!  Anywhere you are online. It’s that simple.

Need more explanation? New to the movement?

If you want to be a peace blogger, you’ll need a peace globe

and one of these:

a blog or website

Facebook profile

Twitter account

Google+

Instagram Pinterest Tumblr BlogHer …anywhere you are online.

via Mimi Writes…….: How To Blog For Peace on Social Media.