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“Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.” ― Muhammad Ali

“The Service you do for others is the rent you pay for your room here on Earth.” ― Muhammad Ali

“I hated every minute of training, but I said, ‘Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion’.” ― Muhammad Ali

“Inside of a ring or out, ain’t nothing wrong with going down. It’s staying down that’s wrong.” ― Muhammad Ali

“The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life.” ― Muhammad Ali

“The man with no imagination has no wings.” ― Muhammad Ali

“Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It’s not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything.” ― Muhammad Ali

“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. The hands can’t hit what the eyes can’t see.” ― Muhammad Ali

“I am America. I am the part you won’t recognize. But get used to me.” ― Muhammad Ali

“I know I got it made while the masses of black people are catchin’ hell, but as long as they ain’t free, I ain’t free.” ― Muhammad Ali

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Gaza resilience( mawasi… A failure of humanity )

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Somewhere , between north and south Gaza exists an area called Mawasi…part of the One third of Gaza geographical land that was ‘dropped’ by mistake and given to Israel during Oslo by ‘mistake’. Since the disengagement of 2005 , a tribe named Tarabin , became part of the marginalized marginalization of their existence. They were enclaved by settlements first to end up in a no existence zone. In the last aggression on gaza, the people of this area were displaced from slums to shelters , to go back to their de-slummed places poorer and just more miserable . I pretend that I encountered some difficult scenes in my life . No words can describe the misery of the tragedy that is ongoing their. Total dis belonging or actual existence. They literally live worse than animals . The government doesn’t even bother to consider them and surrounded by strong patriarchal cleanish…

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Gaza . Resilience…(culture and free thought association… An example)

Nearly always in the midst of what outsiders see only as despair – those living “now” – plan, play, produce, and innovate at breakneck speed _ Gaza Lives!

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Have I mentioned the word resilience enough ? In khan Younis , there is a center called culture and free thought association, a hub for youth and marginalized ,disabled, children, women … A real reflection of what resilience may truly mean. How people work towards the rebuilding of their own lives. No option but survival.. And living in the best way possible is the sentence I heard from one group to another . The work as such is like a snowball , it keeps rolling and moving and growing … No limit to the urge of life they carry . The group of women with the niqab are from ( mawasi) being there and holding the notion of ‘awareness and development’ and ‘ let’s create energy from disability’ is their initiative they insist to work on , a 22 woth facial deformation young woman ( with the victory signal in…

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Gaza… The Resilience | nadiaharhash

Inside me an image of poverty and destruction overwhelmed with desperation and despair. And infront of me, an image of an interactive scenery of normality. A scene I can see on any shore in the world, with the addition of exclusivity for Arabs. Genuine existence. …Persistence … to be, to live.Not every city can reflect itself to you through its people. Gaza is among those. It is not the sea. It is not the beauty or the monuments. It is not the ugliness or the destruction. It is not the richness or poverty. It is not the facilities, the streets, and the services. It is the people. It is one place that makes you see what it means to be lived. It makes you feel life through it’s people … and yet, you cannot really get to them as you pass through them.You live them.With all there stories… told and untold.With their non-ending miseries, tragedies, traumas.With their continuous destined fate of displacement and disruption.With their never tired resilience despite exhaustion and blocked opportunities.

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A New Web Browser for Our Friends

We are all absolutely unique and we want different things. Vivaldi web browser lets you do things your way by adapting to you and not the other way around. You prefer the browser tabs placed at the bottom or on the side of the window? – You prefer a different address bar location? Go ahead and customize your preferences be it your keyboard shortcuts, mouse gestures, appearance and so on.

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Gloria Steinem On Hillary Clinton, Donald Trump, & Beyonce’s Daring Feminism: Gothamist

Why do you think it’s important that we elect Hillary Clinton? Well, setting gender aside, because obviously I wouldn’t vote for Sarah Palin, she may be the most experienced and effective candidate we’ve ever had. I can’t think of another presidential candidate who has had the kind of experience she has. Also from her Wellesley graduation speech, to her struggle for health care, she’s always been out there. Neither she, nor you, nor I, agrees with everything that emerges from a democratic process. She knows how to go in there and make it better than it would have been without her.

Source: Gloria Steinem On Hillary Clinton, Donald Trump, & Beyonce’s Daring Feminism: Gothamist

Video of the Day: 100 Years of Hijab as Political Defiance

It surprises me how in the most liberal of feminist American spaces, there remains incredible discomfort — if not outright bigotry and discrimination — towards women who choose to wear a headscarf. As a Muslim woman who does not wear a headscarf and is often read as racially (and religiously) ambiguous, I’ve been around far too many self-proclaimed liberals and feminists who feel comfortable indulging their racism around me—commenting on how Muslim women are oppressed, naive, brainwashed, being beaten by scary brown and black men, and/or suffering from intense mind control by choosing to cover their hair. Other times, parents of white friends (or white friends themselves) will connect my lack of a headscarf to progressivism, labeling me as a “good” Muslim woman who is politically sharp enough not to adorn the hijab.Well I do adorn hijab. Almost every day. I cover most of my legs, arms, and try to wear loose clothing. The Qur’an requires men and women to wear hijab—or dress modestly—but does not specify exactly what covering up looks like. Muslims are not a monolith (surprise!) and therefore differ on what modesty requires, meaning that there are a variety of practices in different cultures and countries: for some, including my family, hijab means a headscarf, for others like myself, it means wanting to wear a headscarf but not feeling safe enough to do so in their home country. For others it means a style of dress that includes a niqab (face covering), abaya (loose black gown), or none of the above.

Source: Video of the Day: 100 Years of Hijab as Political Defiance

Humans of New York

“When I was six months old, I was dropped off at an orphanage in Northern China with a little note pinned on my shirt. It only had the name of my village. The orphanage named me Gaoanna, which translates to ‘Girl From High Mountains.’ My mother decided to adopt me after she received my picture in the mail. She was 45 at the time. She had recently gotten divorced. She’d never had children. So it’s just been the two of us my whole life. I remember one time in high school, we got in an argument and my mom got very emotional. She started crying and said: ‘We can’t fight. It’s just the two of us. We have to stick together.’ At that moment I realized how much I had changed my mom’s life. She’d known from the start, of course. But it was something I needed to learn.”

Source: Humans of New York