brownsugarsparkles:

commonslutt:

Turnin up

I can’t deal with this level of turnt!

brownsugarsparkles:

commonslutt:

Turnin up

I can’t deal with this level of turnt!

warag-3nb:

- طارق علي الصيرفي 

I am a beginner when it comes to love .. So hold my hand and be patient ..

warag-3nb:

- طارق علي الصيرفي

I am a beginner when it comes to love .. So hold my hand and be patient ..

Sidi Mansour ya baba
Arabic music

yourfavmoroccan:

MY JAAAAAMMMMM

notsopale:

rnickey:

no one is allowed to forget this

Ever

thirstymuslim:

Men can be 46 years old. Divorced 2 of his previous wives. Be balding. Over weight with a hairy back. And he will still want a 25 year old size two beautiful bride.

humansofamman:

"My father (mercy be on his soul) always used to say: "Do good and cast it unto the river!" But I never grasped the true meaning of that in the past. However, one day back in 1981, I was transporting huge blocks of marble in my truck from Ma’an to Amman; a Cargo Truck was driving behind me and the road was narrow. I was in a desert area called Al-Hasa. Anyway, I was focused on driving… and without me noticing, one of the marble blocks fell off my truck and hit the Cargo Truck behind me! From what I heard later, it seemed that this block hit the Cargo Truck so hard the Cargo Truck almost fell off the road! But as I said, I was too focused on the tough road and never noticed, and simply drove on.  Needless to say, the Cargo Truck driver thought I was trying to get away from the accident. A group of Egyptian workers saw the incident, so they picked up the Cargo Truck driver and followed me, drove right past me, and kept staring at me in a strange manner… I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I awkwardly waved and smiled at them. The driver told the workers that I looked like a trouble-maker, so they drove ahead of me and stopped by the Police Station that was right up the road. When I got near the Police Station, an Office pulled me over and told me to get off the truck. He told me what had happened; immediately I asked ‘Did anyone get hurt?’ he told me no one was hurt, and I shouldn’t worry. I met with the Cargo Truck driver to apologize, and offered to pay him for all the damages, but all he said was that he had seen the Reaper with his own eyes and would never forgive me! I was perplexed.  Fortunately, a man from Amman was at the Police Station over some issue he had, and seemed to have recognized me somehow. He asked me, “Are you Abu Muhayo’s son?” I said yes, with a confused look on my face.  He started begging the Officer and Cargo Truck driver to let me go, and told them he was an old friend of my father’s whom he cherished dearly, and how decent my father was! The Officer told him to step back as it was none of his business, but he only begged harder until tears ran down his eyes, and even gave them my father’s full name.  When the Cargo Truck driver heard my father’s name, his face changed and he immediately told the Officer to drop charges, and that he doesn’t want me to pay for anything, praying to Allah that He may forgive him.  The Officer was curious, ‘Why did you change your mind all of a sudden?’ The Cargo Truck driver told him that, back in the 50’s, he was returning from the Port of Beirut in his truck, and the engine broke down on a steep hill-road called Al-Baida… he couldn’t move the truck for seven days, and no one would help him… people would only stop by him, tell him it’s too big of a problem, apologize, and walk away. Except for one man who came up to him and told him he’s not going anywhere until they manage to move the truck! He tied the truck to his vehicle and dragged him all the way back to Amman. ‘This person flooded me with generosity,’ said the Cargo Truck driver, ‘and he is none other than this man’s father, Abu Muhayo.” That is when I knew what it truly meant to do good and cast it unto the river.” “أبوي الله يرحمو كان دائماً يحكيلي: “إعمل خير، وكب في البحر”. زمان ما كنت عارف شو قصده بهالعبارة بس يوم من الأيام بحوالي سنة 1981، كنت محمل حجر رخام كبير خام بشاحنتي من معان باتجاه عمّان، ووراي كان زلمة سايق تريلّا. الطريق كان ضيق، بمنطقة صحراوية اسما الحسا.، المهم أنا كنت مركز على الطريق، وبدون ما أنتبه وقعت حجرة رخام من شاحنتي وضربت بالتريلّا! حسب ماعرفت لاحقاً، حجر الرخام ضرب التريلّا بقوة كبيرة لدرجة إنها كانت رح توقع. وأنا مثل ما قلتلك، كنت مركز على الطريق وما انتبهت، وضليت ماشي طبعاً شفير التريلّا فكرني عم بهرب، فشاف الحادثة سيارة راكب فيها عمال مصريين، فطلع سايق التريلّا معهم ولحقوني، ومشيو حدّي ورمقوني بنظرات غريبة. أنا استغربت، ولوحتلهم مع ابتسامة قام شفير السيارة قال هادا شكلو أزعر! فسبقوني عند مخفر شرطة اللي على الشارع، ولمّا وصلت من مكان قريب على المخفر، وقفني الضابط ونزلني وحكالي يلي صار. وأنا تفاجأت. سألتو فوراً: ‘حدا تأذى؟’ قلي لأ لا تخاف حاولت اعتذر من صاحب التريلّا، وقلتله بدفعلك كل الأضرار وبصلحلك إياها، حكالي ‘والله شفت عزرائيل بعيني! ما بسامحك أبداً!’ فاحترت من أمري وفجأة ولحسن حظي، شخص من عمّان كان عندو مشكلة وإجا عالمخفر، ولما شافني شكلو عرف ملامحي، قلي إنتا إبنه لأبو محيو؟ قلتلو وأنا مستغرب: ‘إي، أنا إبنه’ صار هالشخص يترجّى الضابط وصاحب التريلّا ليطلقوا سراحي، وحكالو أبو هاد الرجل عزيز كثير علي وصديقي القديم وكان زلمة محترم جداً. الضابط قلو انتا ما تتدخل في غيرك! لكن الرجل صار يترجّى لحتى نزل الدمع من عيونه! وقاللهم هاد الرجل أبوه إسمه فلان الفلاني. بعد ما قال اسم أبي اتغيرت ملامح صاحب التريلّا، وقال للضابط خلص أنا بسامحه للزلمة ومابدي منه شي والله يسامحنا الضابط طبعاً استغرب، وسأله ليش غيرت رأيك فجأة؟، صاحب التريلا قال بالخمسينات كنت راجع من ميناء بيروت بشاحنتي وعطل المحرك على طلعة قاسية (اسمها البيضا) وبقيت هناك سبع أيام وما حدا يساعدني… يوقفوا الناس عندي ولما يشوفو مشكلتي عويصة يعتذروا مني وبيمشوا.إلا شخص واحد إجا لعندي قلي والله ما بمشي إلا وإنتا معي.. وربط شاحنتي ووصلني لعمّان وغمرني بفضله. وهادا الشخص هو أبو لهاد الزلمة… أبو محيو، وقتها عرفت فعلاً شو معنى إنك تعمل خير وتكبه في البحر”

humansofamman:

"My father (mercy be on his soul) always used to say: "Do good and cast it unto the river!" But I never grasped the true meaning of that in the past. However, one day back in 1981, I was transporting huge blocks of marble in my truck from Ma’an to Amman; a Cargo Truck was driving behind me and the road was narrow. I was in a desert area called Al-Hasa. Anyway, I was focused on driving… and without me noticing, one of the marble blocks fell off my truck and hit the Cargo Truck behind me! From what I heard later, it seemed that this block hit the Cargo Truck so hard the Cargo Truck almost fell off the road! But as I said, I was too focused on the tough road and never noticed, and simply drove on.

Needless to say, the Cargo Truck driver thought I was trying to get away from the accident. A group of Egyptian workers saw the incident, so they picked up the Cargo Truck driver and followed me, drove right past me, and kept staring at me in a strange manner… I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I awkwardly waved and smiled at them.

The driver told the workers that I looked like a trouble-maker, so they drove ahead of me and stopped by the Police Station that was right up the road. When I got near the Police Station, an Office pulled me over and told me to get off the truck. He told me what had happened; immediately I asked ‘Did anyone get hurt?’ he told me no one was hurt, and I shouldn’t worry.

I met with the Cargo Truck driver to apologize, and offered to pay him for all the damages, but all he said was that he had seen the Reaper with his own eyes and would never forgive me! I was perplexed.

Fortunately, a man from Amman was at the Police Station over some issue he had, and seemed to have recognized me somehow. He asked me, “Are you Abu Muhayo’s son?” I said yes, with a confused look on my face.

He started begging the Officer and Cargo Truck driver to let me go, and told them he was an old friend of my father’s whom he cherished dearly, and how decent my father was! The Officer told him to step back as it was none of his business, but he only begged harder until tears ran down his eyes, and even gave them my father’s full name.

When the Cargo Truck driver heard my father’s name, his face changed and he immediately told the Officer to drop charges, and that he doesn’t want me to pay for anything, praying to Allah that He may forgive him.

The Officer was curious, ‘Why did you change your mind all of a sudden?’

The Cargo Truck driver told him that, back in the 50’s, he was returning from the Port of Beirut in his truck, and the engine broke down on a steep hill-road called Al-Baida… he couldn’t move the truck for seven days, and no one would help him… people would only stop by him, tell him it’s too big of a problem, apologize, and walk away. Except for one man who came up to him and told him he’s not going anywhere until they manage to move the truck! He tied the truck to his vehicle and dragged him all the way back to Amman. ‘This person flooded me with generosity,’ said the Cargo Truck driver, ‘and he is none other than this man’s father, Abu Muhayo.”
That is when I knew what it truly meant to do good and cast it unto the river.”

“أبوي الله يرحمو كان دائماً يحكيلي: “إعمل خير، وكب في البحر”. زمان ما كنت عارف شو قصده بهالعبارة بس يوم من الأيام بحوالي سنة 1981، كنت محمل حجر رخام كبير خام بشاحنتي من معان باتجاه عمّان، ووراي كان زلمة سايق تريلّا. الطريق كان ضيق، بمنطقة صحراوية اسما الحسا.، المهم أنا كنت مركز على الطريق، وبدون ما أنتبه وقعت حجرة رخام من شاحنتي وضربت بالتريلّا! حسب ماعرفت لاحقاً، حجر الرخام ضرب التريلّا بقوة كبيرة لدرجة إنها كانت رح توقع. وأنا مثل ما قلتلك، كنت مركز على الطريق وما انتبهت، وضليت ماشي

طبعاً شفير التريلّا فكرني عم بهرب، فشاف الحادثة سيارة راكب فيها عمال مصريين، فطلع سايق التريلّا معهم ولحقوني، ومشيو حدّي ورمقوني بنظرات غريبة. أنا استغربت، ولوحتلهم مع ابتسامة

قام شفير السيارة قال هادا شكلو أزعر! فسبقوني عند مخفر شرطة اللي على الشارع، ولمّا وصلت من مكان قريب على المخفر، وقفني الضابط ونزلني وحكالي يلي صار. وأنا تفاجأت. سألتو فوراً: ‘حدا تأذى؟’ قلي لأ لا تخاف

حاولت اعتذر من صاحب التريلّا، وقلتله بدفعلك كل الأضرار وبصلحلك إياها، حكالي ‘والله شفت عزرائيل بعيني! ما بسامحك أبداً!’ فاحترت من أمري

وفجأة ولحسن حظي، شخص من عمّان كان عندو مشكلة وإجا عالمخفر، ولما شافني شكلو عرف ملامحي، قلي إنتا إبنه لأبو محيو؟ قلتلو وأنا مستغرب: ‘إي، أنا إبنه’

صار هالشخص يترجّى الضابط وصاحب التريلّا ليطلقوا سراحي، وحكالو أبو هاد الرجل عزيز كثير علي وصديقي القديم وكان زلمة محترم جداً. الضابط قلو انتا ما تتدخل في غيرك! لكن الرجل صار يترجّى لحتى نزل الدمع من عيونه! وقاللهم هاد الرجل أبوه إسمه فلان الفلاني.
بعد ما قال اسم أبي اتغيرت ملامح صاحب التريلّا، وقال للضابط خلص أنا بسامحه للزلمة ومابدي منه شي والله يسامحنا

الضابط طبعاً استغرب، وسأله ليش غيرت رأيك فجأة؟، صاحب التريلا قال بالخمسينات كنت راجع من ميناء بيروت بشاحنتي وعطل المحرك على طلعة قاسية (اسمها البيضا) وبقيت هناك سبع أيام وما حدا يساعدني… يوقفوا الناس عندي ولما يشوفو مشكلتي عويصة يعتذروا مني وبيمشوا.إلا شخص واحد إجا لعندي قلي والله ما بمشي إلا وإنتا معي.. وربط شاحنتي ووصلني لعمّان وغمرني بفضله. وهادا الشخص هو أبو لهاد الزلمة… أبو محيو، وقتها عرفت فعلاً شو معنى إنك تعمل خير وتكبه في البحر”

mondlicht-vii:

Mars cookie cupcake✨

mondlicht-vii:

Mars cookie cupcake✨

magictransistor:

Frida Kahlo. Self-Portrait Dedicated to Marte R. Gomez (Autorretrato Dedicado a Marte R. Gomez). 1946.

magictransistor:

Frida Kahlo. Self-Portrait Dedicated to Marte R. Gomez (Autorretrato Dedicado a Marte R. Gomez). 1946.

Words to keep inside your pocket:

  • Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
  • Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful. 
  • Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound. 
  • Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling. 
  • Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like. 
  • Aubade - a song greeting the dawn. 
  • Ephemeral - lasting a very short time. 
  • Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal. 
  • Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in sound. 
  • Billet-doux - a love letter. 
  • Redamancy - act of loving in return.
"I am a pile of ideas, a pile of dreams, a pile of plans, a pile of doubts, and so many other things. I am a pile of piles and it is so overwhelming. Should I get rid of some piles? Should I climb them? Or should I just give up and hide inside them?"
Bshayer F.R. (via wnq-writers)
arrowtongue:

sophiaphilemon:

bracha-ncc1701:

sophiaphilemon:

bracha-ncc1701:

MY GIRLFRIEND IS FUCKING INSANE

No it would be instantaneous and then your body would float around those big colorful nebulas and you could get to other galaxies and maybe become part of a moon or get incinerated in a star or fall into a black hole.
You could become part of an asteroid and impact on a moon and your microscopic dust remains are scattered all over the crater.
You could become part of a star and undergo nuclear fission and turn into hydrogen and your body is a tiny fraction of the process of the star and you make light for the universe and then the star ages and your atoms get turned into iron and then the star goes supernova and you’re spewed across the universe as space dust.
You could land of a kind-of habitable planet and your DNA survives as you start to decompose and in a few million years the primitive life forms of your body become science’s greatest mystery for humankind.
You could be found by an alien civilization who’s also wondering ‘are we alone in the universe’ and suddenly they know they’re not because woah processed materials and tools and crazy-developed processing centers woah and then in a couple thousand years they make first contact because of the space-travelling cultural revolution your corpse prompted in their society and the humans of the future go ‘how did you get all these spaceships and junk’ and they reverently pull out your body and you are interred with great fanfare and people make you statues and holidays and stuff.
Your body could end up literally anywhere in the universe and you’d be the first human there because who said you had to be alive huh?
SPACE

What is wrong with you

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

No. 
“it would be instantaneous”
That’s a lie.
Within ten seconds you’d experience:
Ebullism - Bubble formation in your blood stream due to the pressure reduction. Divers know this as “The Bends”. Horrifically painful, your body would literally bloat up as it feels like your blood is boiling. Because it is.
Freezing of bodily secretions.
Atelectasis - Your lungs collapsing. Ice forms in your respiratory tract.
Hypocapnia - The reduction of the carbon dioxide levels in the blood, altering the blood’s pH and destroying your nervous system.
If you try to hold your breath during this, your lungs may rupture.
At around 14 seconds, you’d experience:
Hypoxia - The de-oxygenation of your blood, causing unconsciousness.
At around 90 seconds:
Unavoidable death even if re-pressurized.
An example:
USAF pilot Joseph Kittinger experienced a localized ebullism after a 19-mile ascent. His right-hand glove didn’t pressurize properly and his right hand expanded to around twice its normal volume, accompanied by what was called “Disabling pain.” It took three hours to recover. In just his right hand.
Pilmanis AA,Sears WJ. 2003. Physiological hazards of flight at high altitude. The Lancet. 362(1): s16-s17
Billings CE. 1973. Bioastronautics Data Book (Second ed.). NASA. 2-5.
NASA “Ask an Astrophysicist”
NASA Scientist Geoffrey A. Landis.
Here’s a video from 1965 of Jim LeBlanc losing consciousness 15 seconds after being depressurized.
NOVA’s “Skydive from the Stratosphere”
In other words: SPACE EXPOSURE IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE MOST PAINFUL WAYS TO DIE.

arrowtongue:

sophiaphilemon:

bracha-ncc1701:

sophiaphilemon:

bracha-ncc1701:

MY GIRLFRIEND IS FUCKING INSANE

No it would be instantaneous and then your body would float around those big colorful nebulas and you could get to other galaxies and maybe become part of a moon or get incinerated in a star or fall into a black hole.

You could become part of an asteroid and impact on a moon and your microscopic dust remains are scattered all over the crater.

You could become part of a star and undergo nuclear fission and turn into hydrogen and your body is a tiny fraction of the process of the star and you make light for the universe and then the star ages and your atoms get turned into iron and then the star goes supernova and you’re spewed across the universe as space dust.

You could land of a kind-of habitable planet and your DNA survives as you start to decompose and in a few million years the primitive life forms of your body become science’s greatest mystery for humankind.

You could be found by an alien civilization who’s also wondering ‘are we alone in the universe’ and suddenly they know they’re not because woah processed materials and tools and crazy-developed processing centers woah and then in a couple thousand years they make first contact because of the space-travelling cultural revolution your corpse prompted in their society and the humans of the future go ‘how did you get all these spaceships and junk’ and they reverently pull out your body and you are interred with great fanfare and people make you statues and holidays and stuff.

Your body could end up literally anywhere in the universe and you’d be the first human there because who said you had to be alive huh?

SPACE

What is wrong with you

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

No. 

it would be instantaneous”

That’s a lie.

Within ten seconds you’d experience:

  • Ebullism - Bubble formation in your blood stream due to the pressure reduction. Divers know this as “The Bends”. Horrifically painful, your body would literally bloat up as it feels like your blood is boiling. Because it is.
  • Freezing of bodily secretions.
  • Atelectasis - Your lungs collapsing. Ice forms in your respiratory tract.
  • Hypocapnia - The reduction of the carbon dioxide levels in the blood, altering the blood’s pH and destroying your nervous system.
  • If you try to hold your breath during this, your lungs may rupture.

At around 14 seconds, you’d experience:

  • Hypoxia - The de-oxygenation of your blood, causing unconsciousness.

At around 90 seconds:

  • Unavoidable death even if re-pressurized.

An example:

  • USAF pilot Joseph Kittinger experienced a localized ebullism after a 19-mile ascent. His right-hand glove didn’t pressurize properly and his right hand expanded to around twice its normal volume, accompanied by what was called “Disabling pain.” It took three hours to recover. In just his right hand.

Pilmanis AA,Sears WJ. 2003. Physiological hazards of flight at high altitude. The Lancet. 362(1): s16-s17

Billings CE. 1973. Bioastronautics Data Book (Second ed.). NASA. 2-5.

NASA “Ask an Astrophysicist”

NASA Scientist Geoffrey A. Landis.

Here’s a video from 1965 of Jim LeBlanc losing consciousness 15 seconds after being depressurized.

NOVA’s “Skydive from the Stratosphere”

In other words: SPACE EXPOSURE IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE MOST PAINFUL WAYS TO DIE.

fiseebilillah:

Surah an-Najm, 53:32

fiseebilillah:

Surah an-Najm, 53:32

findingallahqa:

Always remember to play/recite Quran in your home. 

Wallah it makes the atmosphere so much more peaceful. 

If you cannot play it out loud in your home (because of non-Muslim family, etc.) then play it in your headphones while you clean your room or do your homework. 

Let the Quran play while you sleep. 

Just soak your whole atmosphere in the Quran. 

pinkglitterandribbon:

thelonelywitch:

I really like elephants

subhanAllah. An elephant is more caring than some humans these days. 

"جان‎/jan/jān/jaan [jaan]"
(noun) Jan/jaan is one of those specials words which lends itself across cultures and languages as a term of endearment and affection meaning, love, dear, heart, and life in East Asia. Arab/Persian: In Arabic, jan represents beloved one or dear. The Persian origins of this word mean life, equivalent to the Punjabi and Hindi definition. Calling a person your jaan, in comparison to the Arab and Persian culture, in South East Asian countries is an act of true love and intimiacy, and not used as liberally as the Persian connotation. Its true origins stem from Sanskrit. In Urdu you often refer to your lover and those your are close to as “meri jaan [meh-ree jaan],” also meaning my life, and my dear. It has a deeper emotional meaning than merely calling someone your love, or sweetheart; it is used in the essence of true love. (via wordsnquotes)