#Islam and the West
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easterneyenews · 9 months ago
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thesquireinvictus · 1 year ago
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"It’s odd being in a Muslim majority city, once the capital of a great Muslim empire and the last caliphate, and not seeing a single public display of support for the Palestinian terrorists," while "watching videos of that back home in the middle of British cities."
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cavalierzee · 5 months ago
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All Colonized People
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All Colonized People
See Themselves
In Palestine.
They See Same Aspect Of What Was Done To Them In Palestine.
All Colonizers
See Themselves
In Israel.
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vyorei · 9 months ago
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Live coverage of the 20th of February 2024 is now closed.
Here is a recap of today's major events.
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It is 12am in Ireland now so I have to go to bed.
I'll be back to resume live updates on Thursday.
For continuous updates while I'm gone, click the link below:
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esta-0 · 2 months ago
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‼️EMERGENCY FUND: Help my family survive and start a new life in Gaza.‼️
NOTE: HELP US ACHIEVE OUR GOAL! FUNDRAISER IS VETTED AND LEGIT ANY AMOUNT WOULD BE APPRECIATED.🌹♥️🍉
Peace be upon you. My name is Hetar, I am 24 years old. I am studying geographic information systems, and my family and I dream of living in peace and security. I call on your humanity to help us achieve this dream. >>>▶️
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The dirt you see is not just a house that was blown up and destroyed; it represents memories buried forever. I was born and raised in this house in the Gaza Strip, along with my family of seven. Despite the war, we lived here in peace, striving to realize our dreams with the resources we had. However, Israel's occupation has launched a war against our simple expectations. For 10 months, we have lived in constant fear of the bank. My university was bombed, and many of my professors and classmates were killed. I was about to graduate, but now my education has stopped. My father, who is 55 years old, spent his life working hard to provide for us and help us think about our goals. Unfortunately, losing the house he worked without building and a reliable job. My mother is saddened by what happened and the dreams that have disappeared under the genocide. >>> ▶️
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My brother Abubakar dreamed of becoming an accountant in a bank, and my younger brother was about to graduate from high school. My younger sister, Dahil, really wants to go back to school. My older sister, Dina, had her first child, Nada, during the genocide. Sadly, Nada's father has not been able to see or hold her since she was born, as he has had to stay in Northern Gaza to take care of and protect his parents. We are being denied our basic rights—education, proper food, and security—because of the bombs and the ongoing conflict. I am calling on your humanity and kindness to help us raise $1,200. This amount will enable us to get shelter tents for the time being we have no place to live, please donate without hesitation. Be blessed ♥️🌹 🇵🇸
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la7ma-mafrooma · 10 months ago
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I wanted to share something personal because I don't think a lot of you understand the influence of the West and its atrocities on an Arab child's upbringing. English is not my first language; I learnt it initially due to my interest in the language and Western cultures. However, seeing the true face of the West motivated me to continue learning the language to dismantle the false image of Arabs and Muslims which was portrayed by the West. I also talk about how this impacted my standing with the Palestinian cause. Bear with me as this post is long and a little messy, but I need to try and give everyone a clear and full image as much as I can.
I grew up consuming Western media due to my fascination with the English language. However I noticed the lack of Muslim and Arab representation.
When I started seeing representation later on, it was mostly Arabs and Muslims being depicted as 'terrorists' and 'barbarics'.
When a Muslim woman is depicted, she is depicted as 'oppressed' and in need of 'saving'.
I was on social media starting from a very young age. Seeing people online describe my people as 'terrorists' was not only scary, but also confusing. Why am I as an Arab Muslim child -who's living a normal childhood as everyone else- being labelled as a 'terrorist' by the West? Why are people claiming all Arab and Muslim children are trained to use guns by ISIS or/and Hamas? I remember asking my parents as a kid "Is this a real gun with the police officer?" Because I only saw weapons in movies.
I asked questions such as "Why do they think Arabs = Muslims?" The lack of acknowledgment of Christian and Jewish Arabs and non-Arab Muslims confused me.
Why were Muslim women always 'oppressed' in these movies and TV shows I saw? This is not as common as they make it seem. Why are they using the struggle of some Muslim women to demonize an entire religion? Why are they pretending to be saviours when they're actually contributing to further oppression of Muslim women? Why are they weaponizing the awful struggle of some Muslim women against the vast majority of Muslim women? (White feminism is not saving us. It's actually a form of oppression of Muslim women)
Misrepresentation bothered me and made me angry and disappointed. I couldn't finish watching a movie or an episode of a TV show if I saw any mentions of Muslims or/and Arabs, because I knew what would happen next.
When it comes to the Palestinian cause, every Arab grew up watching endless footage of Palestinians being brutally murdered LIVE. Everything and all the footage all of you are surprised to see during this genocide, were a part of our upbringing.
When I was a kid I stumbled upon a newspaper in the house with a headline about a Palestinian father who returned to his house and found all his children shot. And I remember the image very well. The father was holding a prayer mat with people holding him as he broke down on his knees. His dead children were on the floor next to each other. Seeing this image of children my age murdered by the Israeli occupation shocked me. I remember my parents having to hide the newspaper from me because of the impact this image had on me.
I had to start reading into politics at a young age, and I realized that everything that Western media was trying to portray about the West being 'civilized' was a lie. How can you be civilized if you're a murderer or/and contribute to the murder of the innocent?
When I learnt about the history of imperialism, colonialism, slavery,...etc. growing up, I recognized the pattern that colonialists use and I saw that the colonizers of yesterday, are the same as today, except Western media is doing a great job covering for them nowadays, and a lot of people only started noticing that recently.
The West seemed fascinating to me as a child, but after seeing the horrendous false images that're being portrayed of my people in the West, all of my fascination turned into anger and motivation to fight against it.
The real terrorists in the world are not the brown and bearded men, veiled women, or the innocent children. The real terrorists are the ones who set the stage for the murder of innocent people, the exploitation of their resources, using propaganda and painting an image of the innocent that cannot be more false and racist, and the fascists that put on a 'civilized' mask.
I will forever stand with my Palestinian brothers and sisters. I will forever defend my Arab and Muslim brothers and sisters, and I won't give room to any misrepresentation. Enough is enough.
Edit: I wanted to add that growing up, I was scared of telling people about where I'm from, my religion, and what language I speak due to the microaggression and discrimination I was subjected to. Not to mention the amount of times I saw on the news Arabs or/and Muslims getting killed in Western countries (aka hate crimes).
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the-red-planet-mars · 6 months ago
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4 Days Until May 14 1948
This date marks the 76th year of the Israeli oppression against Palestine. This date marks the day Israel drove out over 750, 000 people from their homeland to establish its "state".
This heinous event was called al-Nakba (the catastrophe, the disaster). This heinous event was the start of this genocide.
It did not start on October 7th 2023. It stared on May 14 1948. It. has. still. not. ended.
The Nakba did not end in 1948. It is still happening today, right at this very second.
The numbers are growing. Every. Second.
This is the day you remember the corporations that fund the genocide. This is the day you remember the governments that cheer-on the genocide. This is the day you remember how the west instigated hate-crimes towards Arabs. This is the day you remember how the west and Israel are the terrorists. This is the day you remember the millions of people who had been killed for ethnic cleansing.
This is the day you always remember. This is the day you never forget.
This is the day you cry for Palestine. This is the day you scream for Palestine.
This is the day you remind everyone of the country of Palestine. You must never stop talking about Palestine. Never.
Palestinian lives matter. Stand up for the ones that died and the ones that live. Show us you care.
Do not dare forget:
May 14 1948
If you want to help Palestine with financial aid, but don't have any money, there's a website called arab.org that donates for you with just one click of a button.
Please, do your part for Palestine.
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kaapstadgirly · 11 months ago
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I have no words. Israel is cruel and inhumane.
via eye.on.palestine on insta
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scarz-xo · 1 year ago
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23 years ago 9/11 happened, I wasn't even half a year old at that time, yet it affected me in several ways, I'm brown, middle eastern, Muslim, Arabic speaker & so on, I think you get the picture.
After 9/11 happened, Muslims & Arabs/middle easterns were viewed as terrorists, hate crimes increased too, Muslims were viewed as barbaric people, savages, couldn't integrate & so on.
How did that affect us?
You can't wear hijab in France for example, you can't speak in Arabic on the bus in England without someone calling you out for being a terrorist cause now you're on English lands, you better speak their language, you could get killed in the US cause there's no gun control whatsoever.
Hate spreads like wildfire & so it did against Arabs, middle easterns, Muslims & the Arabic language.
Why am I saying all that?
Because the IDF & Israel today tried to use the buried fear of the Arabic language & the ignorance of the west about it to their own appeal:
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This is a freaking calendar but to some who are already scared of the language, that's enough terrorism.
People all over social media here in the East are making fun of that stupid little stunt but for me it depends inherently on the racism, islamophobia & fear of Arabic that has been fed to the west for decades. It's literally another racist move against Arabic speakers but it's Israel so I'm not surprised.
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bottombaron · 9 months ago
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you know, i can handle a little bit of fun "Nandor is dumb" talk, but i have a net-zero tolerance for any implication that Nandor is not educated.
Nandor would have been incredibly educated in his lifetime.
even (or especially) as a soldier in the Islamic World. being a soldier was more like getting sent to boarding school that's also a military camp. they weren't just concerned with creating loyal fodder for war. they were building the next government officials, generals, accountants, advisors, etc. it was important that young men knew how to read, write, speak multiple languages, learn philosophy...sometimes even studying art and music was mandatory.
if he was nobility (and its most likely he was), take all that shit and multiply it exponentially. Nandor would have been reading Plato at the same age most people are still potty training. he would have been specifically groomed in such a way to not be just a brilliant strategist and warrior, but also diplomate and ambassador of literally the center of scientific and cultural excellence of the age.
so like yeah, he can be a big dummy sometimes, sure. but that bitch is probably more educated than any of us will ever be.
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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 9 months ago
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madamepestilence · 8 months ago
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WORKERS OF THE WORLD, UNITE
FREE PALESTINE
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ace-hell · 3 months ago
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WTF IS GOING ON IN BANGLADESH????
I saw hindus being hanged upside down in the middle of the street??? Hindus are being kidnapped, raped or killed in broad daylight???
There's an islamist revolution and they are burning all the hindus temples. They are breaking, looting and destroying homes.
Bangladesh hindus are experiencing now what should've happen to israel if not for the idf and iron dome
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Here's a hindu man being tortured and hanged off a statue with yells of "allahu akbar" as the islamists beat him
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A person got burned alive! (those are his legs i saw the video, horrible)
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Hinduse being hanged
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Burned houses(its only one i am limited with the amount of images i can upload)
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cavalierzee · 8 months ago
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Hunger Or Bombs
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Palestinians in Gaza are given a stark choice.
“I’ll Give You 2 Options: Hinger Or Bombs!”
Artist: Carlos Latuff
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vyorei · 1 year ago
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Timestamp: 22:52pm on the 11th of November 2023.
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Here is a recap of today's latest developments
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azeemarahman · 7 months ago
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It is the first night of Ramadan. Ali makes the same journey that he has for the past 22 years. He walks down the same streets, once filled with the night sounds of children laughing and women chatting, the scent of coffee wafting from cafes that stay open for suhoor, the sight of streetlights and dainty lamps and scattered stars, the feeling of moving along with the hustle and bustle of men rushing towards the call of the adhan. The same streets are now eerily silent, whispers of du’a barely audible, no sound of women or children, not enough men to form a crowd, no electricity to fuel the lights, the cafes and buildings crumbled to rubble and dust, the graveyard of a city that once came to life at night.
Ali prays Tarawih on the ruins of the mosque he grew up in.
It is the fifth night of Ramadan. Ali thinks back to the time he first entered this mosque. At four years old, he walked through the doors, his excitement contained within four stone walls. Rays of sun bounced off of tall windows, casting light onto Ali, running around in circles as his father prayed Asr. Ali remembers climbing onto his father’s back as he went down into sujood; he remembers his father putting his head down slower the second time; he remembers standing in front of his father, poking his head and waiting for him to finish; he remembers his father smiling at him and taking Ali into his arms as he completed his du’a; he remembers his father blowing the barakah of his du’as into his hands and blanketing Ali in that same barakah. He remembers his laughter as he did the same back to his father. He remembers the laughter of the other children ringing through the mosque’s four walls.
There are no longer walls to contain the sound, no longer children with any laughter.
It is the 12th night of Ramadan. Ali remembers being 15, in a circle of his friends as they learned the Qur’an. He remembers the giggles and whispers that passed when the teacher’s head was down. He remembers his cheeks flushing as the teacher caught him talking to his friends. He remembers every mistake he made when he first recited Surah Mulk by memory. He remembers his teacher’s sigh when he gave the same lecture for the hundredth time that day. He remembers seeing his teacher smile for the first time when he recited the Surah with no mistakes.
Ali attended the Janazah prayer of his teacher in this very mosque only three Ramadan’s ago.
It is the 14th night of Ramadan. Ali remembers being only 21 when he had his Nikkah. He remembers his cousin sisters decorating the entrance of the mosque. He remembers his mother cooking enough to feed an entire masjid full of worshippers. He remembers his father sitting him down and lecturing him on the responsibilities to come. He remembers the laugh that came after as he told him the blessings that were to follow. Ali remembers the smile that broke as his father told him how proud he was of him. He remembers his father blowing the breath of his du’as on him once more, just like the day he first entered the mosque. He remembers Fatima entering the mosque and thinking they were destined for one another, right down to their names. He remembers lifting her veil the moment they were officially wedded. He remembers their first hug, shy and small and sweet; he remembers wrapping his thobe around her; he remembers the first Salah he led her in and taking her by the hand to lead her out of the mosque, together this time.
Fatima hasn’t entered the mosque since she witnessed her sister being shot on the musallah that their mum gifted her.
It is the 17th night of Ramadan. Ali remembers being 23, rushing into the mosque with a smile just before Isha, exclaiming how Fatima had blessed him with a daughter. He remembers that despite the ongoing attacks, the hugs and smiles and tears and du’as were abundant among the brothers he prayed beside. He remembers looking forward to the day he could bring his daughter into the mosque and she could climb on his back the same way Ali used to climb on his father’s.
Ali’s daughter went missing from the mosque only two nights ago.
It is the 20th night of Ramadan. Ali remembers being 24 and opening his fast with his brother-in-law beside him. He remembers not having much for iftar, but at least having enough dates and bread to feed all of the worshippers that day.
The worshippers lessen as the genocide continues, and yet there is not enough bread to go around.
It is the 27th night of Ramadan. Ali remembers being 25, watching and being part of all the brothers immersed in their prayers and du’as during what may have been Laylatul Qadr. He remembers brothers praying for safe returns, for the healing of loved ones, for the protection of their Lord.
Ali was reluctant to lift his head from the rubble as he prayed for his daughter to come home.
It is Eid day. Ali enters the mosque to pray Eid Salah. He remembers how Ramadan always passes in the blink of an eye. He contemplates the first Ramadan he spent praying on the ruins of his local mosque instead of within its four walls. He ruminates over how the worshippers lessened and lessened from that first night of Tarawih. He remembers attending the Janazah of the ones who were at least blessed enough to be found. He dreads how this Eid prayer will be followed by Janazah prayer, after Janazah prayer, after Janazah prayer.
Ali begs Allah that none of those prayers are reserved for his daughter.
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*please note this story is fiction.
[Translations:
Ramadan - the month when Muslims fast from the time of the dawn prayer to sunset.
Suhoor - the pre-dawn meal.
Adhan - the call to prayer.
Dư'a - supplication.
Tarawih - Sunnah prayer performed in Ramadan.
Asr - afternoon prayer.
Sujood - an action during prayer whereby the forehead is lowered to the ground.
Barakah - blessings.
Quran - the Holy Book of Islam.
Surah Mulk - 67th chapter of the Qur'an, meaning 'The Sovereignty'.
Surah - a chapter of the Qur'an.
Janazah - funeral.
Nikkah - Islamic marriage ceremony.
Masjid - mosque.
Thobe - traditional garment.
Salah - prayer.
Musallah - prayer mat.
Isha - night prayer.
Iftar - the meal in which Muslims open their fast.
Laylatul Qadr - the Night of Power.
Eid (ul-Fitr) - celebration at the end of Ramadan.]
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