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All Lives Matter, Arguing, and Black Lives Matter: *me on a first date* So black lives matter or all lives matter? ☝🏾☝🏽☝🏼☝🏿 Repost from our friend @thewayofwilson: "If you really know me... You know I would say this✊🏾✊🏾 BlackLivesMatter To be honest, the fact that Black people had to create an entire movement to acknowledge that their humanity MATTERS is troubling and extremely disheartening. BlackLivesMatter is not stating that anybody's lives matter less or that Black lives matter more, it's truly just recognizing that in the society we live in, Black people are often seen as less than human (for a multitude of reasons) and thus treated inhumanely. Additionally, for people who say "all lives matter" as a response to BlackLivesMatter... Do you respond that way at a Breast Cancer event? Do you say "all cancers matter" or do you recognize that this event is highlighting Breast Cancer? How about at an event focused on the issue of Economic Oppression, do you say "all oppression matters" or do you recognize that this event is highlighting Economic Oppression? It's unbelievable that when Black people want to acknowledge the fact that their lives have VALUE, people truly feel the need to argue and invalidate that fact." BlackLivesMatter Now & Forever✊🏾✊🏾 • • • • • • • • BlackisBeautiful Undocumedia Instagram ShareThisPost RaiseAwareness SpreadConsciousness
All Lives Matter, Arguing, and Black Lives Matter: *me on a first date* So black lives matter or all lives matter? ☝🏾☝🏽☝🏼☝🏿 Repost from our friend @thewayofwilson: "If you really know me... You know I would say this✊🏾✊🏾 BlackLivesMatter To be honest, the fact that Black people had to create an entire movement to acknowledge that their humanity MATTERS is troubling and extremely disheartening. BlackLivesMatter is not stating that anybody's lives matter less or that Black lives matter more, it's truly just recognizing that in the society we live in, Black people are often seen as less than human (for a multitude of reasons) and thus treated inhumanely. Additionally, for people who say "all lives matter" as a response to BlackLivesMatter... Do you respond that way at a Breast Cancer event? Do you say "all cancers matter" or do you recognize that this event is highlighting Breast Cancer? How about at an event focused on the issue of Economic Oppression, do you say "all oppression matters" or do you recognize that this event is highlighting Economic Oppression? It's unbelievable that when Black people want to acknowledge the fact that their lives have VALUE, people truly feel the need to argue and invalidate that fact." BlackLivesMatter Now & Forever✊🏾✊🏾 • • • • • • • • BlackisBeautiful Undocumedia Instagram ShareThisPost RaiseAwareness SpreadConsciousness

☝🏾☝🏽☝🏼☝🏿 Repost from our friend @thewayofwilson: "If you really know me... You know I would say this✊🏾✊🏾 BlackLivesMatter To be honest, the ...

Beautiful, Doctor, and Friends: Allah's Messenger (*) said, "If Allah wants to do good to somebody, He afflicts him with trials." A very inspiring Story: must read BEAUTIFUL STORY MUST READ @islamleveryone A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night. I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say. I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, “Rashed… where were you?” “Where would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, “With my friends of course.” She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, “Rashed, I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek. I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain. I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife’s delivery. “What doctor?” I cried out, “I just want to see my son Salem!” Continues 👇
Beautiful, Doctor, and Friends: Allah's Messenger (*) said, "If Allah wants to do good to somebody, He afflicts him with trials." A very inspiring Story: must read BEAUTIFUL STORY MUST READ @islamleveryone A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night. I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say. I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, “Rashed… where were you?” “Where would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, “With my friends of course.” She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, “Rashed, I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek. I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain. I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife’s delivery. “What doctor?” I cried out, “I just want to see my son Salem!” Continues 👇

A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when m...