In the name of Allah,
the most Gracious,
the most Merciful

Nur an-Nadia, 21, Singapore

She struggles to cry just to feel the heat on her cheeks,
Nothing more,
Nothing less.

She is desensitized, her heart rock hard.
Thoughts of resuscitation have long since died.
The moment her tears fall, she has conceded victory.
She is a failure as much as she’s a success story.

The flitter of light is slowly diminishing.
A i r

There is still hope left!
A thrash, a fling, a kick, a swing-

There is still hope,
God, let there still be hope,
Will you forgive me?
Will I forgive myself?
I regret it all,
I’m sorry,
I’m sorry!

And finally.


Her feet are bound. She chose for them to be. The last of the bubbles from her lungs break the surface of the cesspool.

She faces the reality that
Only in death is she finally free.


This fairy-tale treehouse in Hokuto, Japan is supported by a single cypress trunk and surrounded by a bevy of cherry blossom trees. Built by architect Terunobu Fujimori for the Kiyoharu Shirakaba Museum, the charming treehouse is actually a Japanese teahouse that was built specifically for enjoying the cherry blossoms in full bloom.

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Las Adelitas - Women of the Mexican Revolution

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Margriet Smulders  - Siren Ink -Siren Milk 2010

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“Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the center of the world.”

—   John Burroughs, Studies in Nature and Literature (via observando)

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'Muhammadiyah' by the Laleh Ladies, who weave in and out of existence, so they're apparently really hard to get hold of. It is unclear if they are still around.

Ah, voices that trickle with nur.

How transcendent! Like snowflakes!


Saffron harvest in Herat province, Afghanistan. 

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زعفران 💗

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“There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more…”

—   Lord Byron  (via bornbetweentwosigns)

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“Respond intelligently even to unintelligent treatment.”

—   Lao Tzu (via hermit-heart)

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A classroom inside a railway car in Ontario, Canada, August 1932.Photograph by Canadian National Railways


A classroom inside a railway car in Ontario, Canada, August 1932.Photograph by Canadian National Railways

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We are not saints.

I hate that I pretend to be at least decent here.

Now when I see the nicest person I will ever meet,

I’ll know that even he is hiding something.