We all want freedom. We want our own space. We want freedom of speech, thought and action. But sometimes freedom can cost you.
I would like to share a story with you all.
Three years ago I decided to move out from home. I wanted freedom. I wanted my own space. I did not want a granny to come into my room telling me to go to bed cause it is getting late. I did not want her to come to my desk and tell me last minute cramming is not going to work, that instead I should be getting some rest before the exam. I left an old granny, my paternal grandmother, who have taken an active role in taking care of me for well over twenty years to live on her own, because I wanted freedom. My desire for freedom have overwhelmed me at the time.
Anon proved Taylor Swift is a /b/tard
no wonder she’s wierd!
my social studies teacher once told us “human beings are the most selfish of all. even when someone dies, you shed tears only because they are no more around to provide you with whatever they had been for so long”
and it has been 3 years since she said this and this is still what i think about at night
next time someone tells you Muslim countries oppress women, let them know Pakistan, Bangladesh, Indonesia, Turkey, Kosovo, Kyrgyzstan, and Senegal have all had female Presidents or Prime Ministers and 1/3rd of Egypt’s parliament is female but the US has yet to even have a female vice president and can’t say “vagina” when discussing female reproductive rights
Most of the girls that I’ve slept with now are either married or in a serious relationship. It’s like I’m having a lucky charm or something. After I’ve slept with them, sooner or later they’ll be in a serious relationship and got married. Lucky me. And now it’s time to focus on my own family. Yeah, I’ve been a bad motherfucker all this while. And now, I’ve repented of my sins and hopefully God will accept my repentance. I’m filthy, bitch. Don’t get judgmental or what not. We have our own monster in our pocket that we don’t want other people (my wife and family members) to know about. Shhh…..
nope, you’re not a ‘lucky charm’. you’re just that one Mr wrong that all women meet before finding their Mr Right.
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So this one time me and my friends stumbled upon a black dude, probably from Nigeria. Unfortunately, my friends are kinda racist so they talk bad things about that dude when we walked past him. They said that he’s probably a drug dealer, a rapist etc. Then, an hour later, we went to the mosque to perform our prayers. Guess what? The black dude that my friends talked shit about was the Imam of the Masjid . One of my friend started crying and went to see the black dude to give an apology.
MORAL OF THE STORY : DONT BE SO JUDGEMENTAL.