Isaaima - Issaima

Love💚

Love is so powerful. I realize why lack of love for self and racism is the hardest part to be released by our ego self. Our strength and divinity hidden from us thru oppression and deception. All for economical gain and power. Now we are awakening from that illusion. We are capable of doing anything once we are a united race. Our culture is so blatantly appropriated because they want us to hate our greatness. Let’s continue to excel. Help, love, teach, support, respect and understand each other. By giving ourselves internal love we connect more to our African ancestry. We become more interactive with Earth and connect to our Cosmic ancestry as well. God reminded us of His love by giving us consciousness. He’s within and around us. He’s nature. It’s no coincidence our hair, skin, our beauty reflects the same in nature. It’s up to us ((not them)) to ascend into our Divine Self again. Social media is controlled by us but everyone else profits from it except us. Fashion, jewelry, our intelligence…. We have the power to change the world. That’s why they don’t want us to identify with our heritage or with the words BLACK POWER!!! Don’t get lost in the illusion of “glam-our ” and self hate fed by reality shows and the fake main media. Create your own masterpiece. Your ego creates chaos. Your soul creates beauty, love. You have the power of choice. Life is a gift from God. Share the gift of love. Peace unto all. May we rise again and reign supreme. Love Divine.

اُس آخری بات کا ، لبوں میں 
جو زائقہ تھا ٹھہر گیا ھے

(via esh-q)

I have no room in my life for negative people.

Ten Word Stories #337 (via tenwordstories)

Me at home: *dances around 24/7*

Me at a party: no no no I don't dance

The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet. She wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and says: ‘Here is your home country.’

 Nizar Qabbani (via mesogeios)

Love, you thought he was the one but I am sorry he ruined you. You waited for late night conversations but he gave you unanswered calls. You needed someone’s arms to hold you during tough times but he gave you mixed signals and uncertainties. When days were lonely and you needed someone who would grab your hand, and take you to the place where you’d heal slowly, he didn’t even call your name he didn’t even call your name he didn’t even call your name You were like a flower, drying and you thought that he was the only raindrop you needed to keep you alive. If it hurts so much to the point that you do not know who you are anymore, walk away. Don’t kiss him on parts you thought he’d tremble. Put down your hands and stop praying to him as if he is your God and he’s the only one who can save you. He’s just a boy. A boy who made you think that you deserve everything when he is not giving anything to you.

to us girls, who are hurting right now: we are all going to make it. (via pakalmot)

Ya Ali - Gangster (2006)

how you love yourself is how you teach others to love you

Rupi Kaur, from milk and honey (via pigmenting)

Homemade Pickles 3 Ways