Why I Wear the HijabPeople often ask me why I wear the hijab.Why I Wear the Hijab3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Are you getting married?"
"Did your husband force you to wear it?"
"Doesn't it feel uncomfortable?"
And the thing that surprises most people, is that I actually wanted to wear it. Yes, you heard correctly; Muslim women do in fact have the right to make their own decisions.
I was always a little lost in my identity. Born in Australia with parents from two different cultures, and we were the only Muslim family in a small rural town. You can probably guess how confusing that would be.
When I was about five, I was playing on the swings. An older girl came up and told me to get off. I told her I was there first, so she told me I had to get off because my mum was 'black'. That's probably the first memory I have of ever feeling different. And from then on, I became a little wary about disclosing my cultural background to people.
When my relatives came to visit and they picked me up from the bus stop, one of the older kids said 'who are those towel he
The BeginningI spent my single-digit-years away in an imaginary world instead of facing life. I continued this way for such a ling time. The funny thing is it didn't hurt at first. There was no pain, but then I realized what was happening. Then the pain came flooding in. I guess ignorance truly is bliss. I have found throughout all of the things that have occurred in my life, none of them hurt until I realized how truly horrid these things are.The Beginning2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There is something else. Something that caused the pain to be so unbearable, but that secret cannot be told, not yet. It has enveloped my life and made me fear everyone. I wasn't just going to my world to escape my parent's marriage, but also to escape the secret. No matter where I go it always catches me. It always strikes fear into my very heart.
My father was the kind of man who intimidates so many people. He had a life that was far from happy. His own father turned into a horrible man. My dad was never a horrible person and he still isn't, but his own fa
What I Know About HomeWhat I Know About HomeWhat I Know About Home3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of an approaching subway reminds me of hurricanes. Not the sound as the cars crash to a halt, but the thumping of the wind while the train is still in the tunnel—the thud of the wheels against the track in the short moments before the sound turns metallic is the same as the wind against a house. Maybe that is why I would always pray on the train when I first moved to New York from Louisiana, counting stops with Hail Marys. Granted I had long since stopped believing in my parents’ God, but the rhythmic chanting numbed the anxiety I felt about getting lost.
I moved to New York in July in the middle of a heat wave with three suitcases that I attempted to compress my twenty-seven years of life into. They
Cayla The Proxy (Neko) Bio/infoAIGHT' SO PUTTING THIS RIGHT AFTER I PUT UP NEKO'S STORY If anyone would be curious but this is also for myself so I don't have to store her info on my computer on a little .txt file. Also there's some cussing in here somewhere o_o...Cayla The Proxy (Neko) Bio/info1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Full Name: Cayla
Meaning of name:
Creepypasta Name: Neko
How Did They Get This Name and Why: Because of her cat-like ears and tail
Date of Birth: August 22, 2003
Place of Birth: Parkview Hospital
Race/Species: White, neko? o_o
Native language: English
Languages spoken: English, Japanese, Spanish, French
Orientation/Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Occupation (before becoming a Pasta):
Are They Dead: No
If Yes, How’d They Die:
Date of Death:
Place of Death:
Blood type: ?
Mental Disorder: Tourettes, Paranoia, Bi-polar
Allergies: Cats, pollen.
Habits: biting her fingernails, bouncing.
Powers/Special Abilities: Glitchy.
Chapter twelveI was right in some ways, and very, very wrong in others. Before the break, I felt like I was in Hell. Not that Hell that most people think of. No, Hell wouldn’t so bad if it was just some demons and the devil. It’s when you recognize the demons as those close to you, and your own face on the Devil himself that the Hell really begins.Chapter twelve3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anxious not to repeat the semester, I stayed cooped up inside as much as I could for the duration of the two weeks that made up winter break. I barely left my room. If there was one occasion that seemed to require my attendance, it was the New Years party. It’s a bit of a tradition to have a party during New Years with two other families: the Rowlins and the Kirks. They were family friends that I’d grown up with. My mother was friends with the Rowlins mother and the Kirks mother, and my father friends with the Rowlins father and Kirks father. Elise Kirk and Jennet Rowlins were my two best friends. It would have been criminal to aba
My top 20 favourite songsNote: If you don't really like electronic music, this list is not for you.My top 20 favourite songs1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
#20: ‡‡‡, by McMaNGOS (IDM)
Starting off with a nice downtempo IDM song, this song is without a doubt McMaNGOS's peak. This song utilizes elements of ambient relaxing melodies with dance-worthy energetic vibes, capped all off with a solid beat. Also, that chord progression... Damn. <3
#19: The First Unfinished Song For The Minecraft Documentary, by C418 (IDM)
C418 is the brains behind Minecraft's Classic meets Electronica and the occasional chiptune music. Bedsides game music, he also has a Bandcamp full of experimental tunes, and this one in particular is one of the best one. In fact, this song alone is better than the album inspired by it. Everything in this song, from its exotic sounds to the almost Finding Nemo-esque violins towards the end screams epic, and is a good windo
I Love Your Rude InterruptionsThe darkening sky has taken on that indigo color I love so much and can somehow still see. An exuberant breeze, cool for a Texas day in June, dances into the open windows of your silver Corolla. Through the floorboards, I can feel the hum of the engine and the revolutions of the tires on pavement as we burn miles like they’re nothing.I Love Your Rude Interruptions2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You reached for the stereo earlier, but I pulled out my ukulele instead and have been serenading you ever since. In an attempt to distract me, you break in every so often with a screaming falsetto, but each time I've managed to keep on singing through my laughter. You persist, muting the strings with your hand, then begin plucking at them yourself. When I've recovered from the ensuing fit of laughter, I try in vain to reposition your fingers so that they roll off the strings, rather than pulling upward on them.
We stop at a light, still carrying on. People must think we're hell on wheels, but there's something about being with you that just helps me
~What my 6io shoald acatually 6e~Ok, so DA won't let me change my 6io fur some reason, so I figured I'd just write the thing and put in my gallery~~What my 6io shoald acatually 6e~3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anywave, my username is MaliceDaliae~
I'm 6i-curious, white, and pretty shore most of the melatonin in my 6ody went to my so-6lack-its-almost-6lack hair, as well as my furrest green eyes~
I purrfur female or neutral purronouns~
I'm a very 6ig fingill fur very many different and diverse findoms, and I don't 6elive any one findom is 6etta than the other, even if I spend moor tide on one than the others artwise~
I'm a feminist, a LGBTA+ supporter, and always willing to learn~ If I offend you please shell me so~
I'm also a Hufflepuff and purroud~~~
I've 6een discri6ed as caring, laid-6ack, sassy, nerdy, a total dork, and stu66orn~
:iconKawaiiEgbert413:, who is now :iconTheKnightlyDerp24:, is my meowrail~
:iconovertogravityfalls: is my very very good frond~
I'm agnostic* and I would v much like to 6e a6le to have frondly de6ates/talks a6oat religion w/o you getting angry and/or
a story about me and how i learned to be happywhen you're in third grade, an older boy asks you if you're gay because you held your best friend skyler's hand. you only know that gay means happy, but he tells you it means when girls like girls and boys like boys. you've never considered this, and you wonder why you feel better holding skyler's hand than you do when you hold kevin's hand. you let kevin hold your hand because he likes you, so you have to like him too, because that's how it worksa story about me and how i learned to be happy3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
after your 8th birthday, "i kissed a girl" comes out, and the song tells you that good girls don't kiss other girls. you listen, and you stop thinking about skyler, and you stop thinking about julia, who plays the violin and looks like a fairy. you try to think about kevin.
you break up with kevin when you start middle school. you can't pretend you like holding his hand anymore. you tell him it's because you have a crush on another boy, and that's what you tell yourself too. you miss skyler.
it's seventh grade and you like to walk with
Sonic Legends - RelicsIn the universe, they are ancient relics that have the ability to transcend time and space, as well as reality itself. These relics are normally heavily guarded, although some are not.Sonic Legends - Relics1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Chaos/Super Emeralds: The Chaos Emeralds are ancient relics guarded by the Echidna tribe, or more specifically, G.U.N. These gems used to be guarded by the Echidna Tribe, until Chaos absorbed them to transform into Perfect Chaos. Tikal then absorbed the energies from the Emeralds, killing herself and sealing Chaos in the Master Emerald, as well as spreading the Emeralds all around Angel Island. The Emeralds were eventually recovered by Jet the Hawk, who used them to transform Chaos into Perfect Chaos (who was then defeated). The Emeralds then went into G.U.N's custody, and then out of them, and then back into them (see Season Summaries). The Emeralds have many abilities, although their main power is to transform thoughts into power. They can also be used to perform various "Chaos abilities", as
Note to BrotherBrother.Note to Brother2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mixing sources give conflicting ways to react to you. My nightmares tell me that you are waiting right outside and that I should stay put. Instinct tells me to hide. But my curiosity draws me out at night.
You have different forms. In one dream, you were a boy of crimson hair and evergreen eyes. In others, you look like something from a grotesque—contorted features and an elongated face. The Evans described a truly disturbing shape whose dead eyes still haunt me.
I was told that you drowned me. Your hands forced then held me under in the cold river. Were you satisfied with yourself, King? Do you want to attempt the same again?
Your name disgusts me. (As if the rest of our arcane titles didn't give the correct impression of our characters.) Of the other siblings' names: one flits up and off the tongue, another a hint of mischief, then the brutal command of the gale, and the one that force's the utterer's mouth into baring their teeth. Then yours. Your name is tainted and
Favorite Works of ArtWriting Prompt: What is your favorite work of art, and what do you love about it?Favorite Works of Art3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My first love was a pretty little Renoir that hung in my grandmother's bedroom. She is a young girl with a waterfall of deep, auburn a hair, a pale blue dress, and skin like only a Renoir can have. When I would get sick as a small child at family gatherings I would lie down in that bedroom, and she would keep me company, a sort of imaginary friend.
My 2nd love was Leighton's Flaming June. The blinding vibrancy of the colors, the deceptively relaxed pose, the sheerness and delicacy of the negligee, the blatant sensuality and romanticism, it was all so new, so fresh to me, It seems like I would stare at it for hours.
And then there was everything Brian Froud, though so otherworldly, his Faeries were inexplicably familiar to me. I had never seen anything like them, and yet it was like something that I had known all of my life, and possibly beyond.
And then I discovered Rosetti's Beata Beatrix, his defining w
What It Is To DieI once dreamt that I knew what it was to die.What It Is To Die1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I dreamt that my body became cold, and rigid, and collapsed, but it was like it was falling away from me, leaving my most true form behind. In that moment the world took on a strange light, everything was brighter, even though all the colour seemed distant in some way.
I heard a voice behind me, and I turned so, so slowly. I saw an old woman behind me, an old woman I had never seen before, in a pale blue frock and a white apron. Her white hair was pulled into a neat bun on top of her head. There was an aura of light and warmth emanating from her, and in that warmth I could feel her kind, grandmotherly presence. I had never seen her before, and yet she seemed more familiar to me than I am to myself.
"Am I dead?" I found myself asking. My voice was strange, and yet perfect, all at the same time. The old woman smiled gently at me.
"Yes, my dear," she said softly. "It is time for you to pass on."
And as she spoke those words, I was filled with
Confessions of A High School Drop Out: Chapter TwoI wish I could get a job. Even if it was at McDonalds. I'd be happy. At least I would have a job, you know? I could try saving up for a car, or even a moped! Anything with wheels I don't have to peddle. Then I could get a place. My husband and I both could get a place. That would be awesome.Confessions of A High School Drop Out: Chapter Two5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We had our own place in New Hampshire, but there wasn't any education out there. Not for people 21 years or older. i did't want to just get a GED, because I didn't drop out because I was lazy. To anywhere you apply you apply for a job at a GED can mean one out of two things. One, you did give up or two, you were too lazy to do 100%. Most of the time they think number two. The only places that don't care are the places with a high rollover rate, and you don't want to work for places with a high rollover rate. If people keep quitting their jobs there you will end up having to pick up their slack when they're gone, and it's a sure sign that it's a crappy place to work. So, I didn't want to settle for
THESE EYES 2015“ These Eyes “THESE EYES 20151 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Doctor, my eyes ….
Tell me what is wrong ….
Was I unwise ….
To leave them open for so long?”
Song: Doctor My Eyes
By: Jackson Browne
A little over a half century. Millions or billions of blinks. Tears of joy. Tears of sadness. Seeing things I thought I would never see in my lifetime -- good and not so good. From a once, precise visual acuity in daylight or darkness, to a present day major assist from the local optometrist. Oh, what these eyes have seen. The ‘windows to the soul’, indeed. I’ve learned some see with their eyes only while others see in combination with their hearts.
Growing up in a large family, three brothers and five sisters, I saw poverty up close. Powdered milk from a box. Add water, stir. Share the old wash tub with your other siblings. Cleanest to dirtiest in that order. No indoor plumbing. Stifling summer smells. Frozen winter ventures. Popcorn was an often time staple. We grew our o
Star Wars OC ListJedi's and Padawan's:Star Wars OC List2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
1.] Jedi Master -- Gromm Samick
Very insecure. Has two lightsabers. [Both are yellow.]Has a secret family with a wife and 1 boy and 1 girl whom are both twins. Likes tea.54-years-old.2.] Padawan -- Juliet Turnel
Laid back.Sweet towards children.Has many nicknames. Became a Padawan then quit after her Master [Gromm] died in action, fearing that the dark side would consume her soul. Thinks of her clone trooper allies as her own brothers. 19-years-old.3.] Jedi Master -- Jewel Kariya
Juliet's new Jedi Master.Bad ass.Has a fling with Jango Fett. Loves cute things, despite she makes others think that she doesn't. Has a gambling issue. 25-years-old.Has one lightsaber. [Purple because purple is her favorite color.]4.] Padawan -- Pollix Davip
Juliet's BFF, even though he hates her guts. Son to a bounty hunter. Always wanted to be a Padawan, was lucky enough
No More Her hand quivered for a moment, resting on the doorknob and in the safety of the sunlight, which peered through the window. She blinked, once, and then opened the door, her lips open just a little with words unsaid.No More1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At her desk, the teacher sat. She was writing, grading the essays and projects that seemed to blend into each another. They were all the same to her, the same ideas, the same essays over and over again. She'd heard it all before. Numbly she wondered who was responsible for the creaking of the old, tired hinges, or the footsteps that broke through her meniscus of silence. She looked up. Ah, of course. It was her again. Again.
It was that suicidal kid who'd always been a bit bizarre. Inwardly, she knew she was supposed to help, but a small part of her simply said, why? Why? It wasn't her job. Her job was to teach, not to comfort some teenager, not to solve their petty problems. "What do you wa---need?" Her teeth, gritted i
This Chapter Doesn't EndWhen I woke up this morning the first three words that came into my mind were "hate", "hope", "help". What disturbed me the most was that I envisioned the words as cuts, scabs, scars on my skin.This Chapter Doesn't End1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As awful a feeling it is to question your existence, I seem to do this frequently. I don't know if I'm belittling other people's efforts of love or if I value myself that little - thinking I don't deserve what I need, the necessities in life. There are certain necessities in life that we all need; love, shelter, food, you get the picture. I feel I am receiving these things out of obligation, not choice.
When I started to think these things of myself, of others, I can't exactly remember. I don't know the day or time when I began thinking "I am so desperate for money, to get out of here. I have tried working regular 8-hour day jobs and have failed to keep them. My only way out is death". I don't remember the exact time I began to mull over the same, almost obsessive thought that I am too old to b
|cloudwalker ||cloudwalker |1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I stare vacantly at the rusting washing machine. Mother said it had been a gift from a former job where she had to clean houses for a living without a care for all the back breaking work she’s been giving.
I organize the lights and darks and colors and think about the generations of Mexican women before me who have done the same mundane and dull task in their households with no hope for anything more out of their lives.
I don’t consider myself a girl or a boy. But my religion considers that unknown territory that I shouldn’t venture into or find a denture into.
Just like the unknown territory of loving another girl deeply from the reaches of my emotional heart and not from my primitive bodily desire. But social normality considers that unknown territory that I shouldn’t venture into as well.
I gather the remaining clothes and trip on the garage floor, which is littered like the scene of a gunfight, like the scarre
Justin Uzaki AwakensJustin Uzaki AwakensJustin Uzaki Awakens1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is the story of a young boy of the age of 13 to present day. He risked his life in a new world and made many new friends and stood defending what he loved and now his story must be shared. I must share my stroy and this is how it starts.
Into the Shadows
A land shrouded in shadows untouched by light. A cloud of darkness hides the sun from the people below. A young boy lies in the black grass of the plains. The boy slowly opens his eyes looking to the sky. "Wha..? Where am I?" The boy said sitting up shaking. "This place feels so scary." The boy struggled to his feet holding what seemed to be a well used wooden sword and some well worn clothes on him. "What was I doing?" He asked looking at the sword. He began to walk through the tall grass towards what seemed to be a road sign. "This place... It's just like the Twilight Realm. From Zelda." The boy said looking up at the sign. "Twilight Palace, Xencovert, or Kinshen. Maybe the Palac
Valentine's DayIt was the day before Valentine's Day.Valentine's Day1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A little girl sat at the kitchen table, her feet swinging slightly as she wrote out cards for her classmates. She only really put effort in the ones she was planning to give to her friends. Her mother had gotten her some chocolates to give to them. The best thing about the chocolates was that they were Spider-Man heads, she planned to give it to a friend that she couldn't help but really like.
The next day she walked into her second grade classroom. When it was time to give out Valentine's (as they did every year), she made her way the the boy's cubby, apprehensive. She placed the valentine and chocolate there and quickly went off. She stood nearby to wait and see his reaction. The girl couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. The boy had taken it. The girl walked over and asked him about it. He told her his older sister gave it to him.
She was crushed.
"Are you sure about that?" She insisted. She even told him that it wasn't his sister.
Confessions of an Apathetic Loser - 1 -Confessions of an Apathetic Loser - 1 -2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To be honest. Nothing in my life is falling into place as everyone believes it is. I have withdrawn to the point of apathy. I don’t really care anymore and for me that’s the best course of action. It’s to the point I’m living off of only a few hours of sleep a night and only an apple and the equivalent of a hot pocket a day. My entire life has been thrown for a loop and it hurts. Though, that pain is being pushed aside as I know that I need to remain strong.
I’d been struggling with depressing and apathy for a long while. It takes everything that I am to actually be able to keep myself open and talking about my feelings. I know that’s my biggest flaw and right now I’m going to embrace it. Emotions are illogical and completely confusing. I don’t want them anymore. I’m just going to enjoy what’s going on in my life and see where it goes from there.
My heart will still be out there for people that I care about, but what they do d
Memories of Toni Packer V: A Personal Lie DetectorI recall here—as well as memory allows—part of a private meeting with Toni Packer. It took place, some decades ago, during a silent retreat at the Springwater Center.Memories of Toni Packer V: A Personal Lie Detector3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
First, a little background. At that time I was graciously allowed to be part of the Springwater Center staff as a volunteer*. Now Toni had encouraged the staff to expose themselves to environments outside the Center. So, one weekend shortly before the retreat, I and other residential staff left by car for the, not too distant, big city of Rochester, New York.
After a rendezvous to assemble for the return trip had been arranged, I eventually found my way to a very attractive place for me: the public library. I browsed the shelves for titles that might be related to the mind, philosophy, or religion. One such book that I came across contained a particularly interesting passage. Perhaps, it stated,
Emotion to Literature: BlindnessMost of the time, I wish I were blind.Emotion to Literature: Blindness2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I envy the life of the blind, may that be in pitch darkness or endless blur.
The clear vision of this world is too difficult to handle at times.
The gazes of people which otherwise wouldn't matter surround me and constrict me.
Sometimes, I just imagine being blind one day.
Will my friends be sorry for me then?
Will I be sympathized a little more then?
Will they look at me with softer eyes then?
Will the significant come back to greet me? Say hello?
Maybe. Just maybe.
I will never know, but the hope is less darker than me right now.
Suddenly, I realize that I wish I were blind only because
I have already seen all these things.
I have seen and felt. That's why.
I would still have to shoulder the past.
I might even turn into a bitter person.
Suddenly, I wish I were deaf.
But would my inner voice stop?
I fear it wouldn't.
I'm already blind, blind to the small appreciations.
I'm already blind, blind in my own small world