I Promise.

distortional-scum:

humansofnewyork:

“After this I go to work at a pizza shop. My wife and I were college professors in Bangladesh. I taught accounting. But one dollar in America becomes eighty dollars when we send it back home.”

People forget, when immigrants come to this country they start from scratch. They could have been lawyers in their home country, but in the US..it means nothing. You think a HS diploma from Bangladesh means anything in this country? My mom was a top student in the country, went to all the best school and got the best of everything…but when she got here it meant squat and she was cleaning other people’s homes and scrubbing their toilets. This is why I get pissed of when people talk smack about immigrants. They at least are doing something…..heading for a goal..making sacrifices…what are you doing with your life? 

My grandma came from El Salvador. One of the best math students there. she then immigrated to México and settled down a bit with my grandpa and had 3 kids, none the less she left him after he cheated on her and took her kids and education to America. She worked 3 jobs here in the US. 6 days a week, and was considered nothing but an “Immigrant pleading for work” by everyone she encountered, especially white people. They talked down to her every single living day and sometimes still do, but not on my watch. She has taught me all the math I needed to know when I was so young. she can do calculations in her head that even the smartest of the kids now a days can’t. I love her to pieces, and if any god damn person is to be my role model it’s my abuelita, my strong, kind hearted, and beautiful abuela.

My grandma was a teacher and my grandpa was a cop in Mexico, coming to the U.S my grandmother was bashed about not knowing English even though she speaks it very well, now she is now a nanny. My grandpa may seem old but he is able to play soccer as if he was a teenager, he now works in a factory. If any one ever says anything about immigrants being stupid and useless I will bash them.

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chloroformandrainstorms:

robinade:

thehappyfangirl:

He drew his bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss!

And a band of demons joined him and it sounded something like this…

/SHRIEKING

I’m not sure if that’s a reaction or a continuation of the song

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hawayso:

MISSING

Suad Wardere, 15, was last seen on the morning of July 9 in the Jane Street and Finch Avenue West area. TORONTO POLICE SERVICE

She is described as black, five-feet five-inches tall, 110 pounds, with a thin build and black hair.

Wardere was wearing a pink hijab, a long navy blue dress and a white shirt.

Police are concerned for her safety.

Anyone with information is asked to contact Toronto Police Service at 416-808-3100 or Kingston Police Force at 1-613-549-4660, Crime Stoppers anonymously at 416-222-TIPS (8477), online at www.222tips.com, or text TOR and your message to CRIMES (274637).

Please keep Suad in your Duas may she be found safe insha’allah

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c-hange:

super-who-lockian:

rawrxja:

“I saw this elderly gentleman dining by himself, with an old picture of a lady in front of him. I though maybe I could brighten his day by talking to him. 

As I had assumed, she was his wife. But I didn’t expect such an interesting story. They met when they were both 17. They dated briefly, then lost contact when he went to war and her family moved. But he said he thought about her the entire war. After his return, he decided to look for her. He searched for her for 10 years and never dated anyone. People told him he was crazy, to which he replied “I am. Crazy in love”. On a trip to California, he went to a barber shop. He told the barber how he had been searching for a girl for ten years. The barber went to his phone and called his daughter in. It was her! She had also been searching for him and never dated either. 

He proposed immediately and they were married for 55 years before her death 5 years ago. He still celebrates her birthday and their anniversary. He takes her picture with him everywhere and kisses her goodnight. 

Some inspiring things he said;

"I was a very rich man. Not with money, but with love”

“I never had a single argument with my wife, but we had lots of debates”

“People are like candles. At any moment a breeze can blow it out, so enjoy the light while you have it.”

“Tell your wife that you love her everyday. And be sure to ask her, have I told you that I love you lately?”

Be sure to talk to the elderly. Especially strangers. You may think that you will brighten their day, but you may be surprised that they can actually brighten yours.”

This is beautiful.

I cried.

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fuckyeahtattoos:

My grandmother recently passed on, and boy… was she a funny lady. She was known far and wide for her candor and lack of filter. One of the running jokes in our family was when we had to talk to Grandma about the DNR order; whether she would like to be resuscitated when the time came or whether she would like to be let go. After thinking for a little while she said “I’d like you to try three times. If it doesn’t stick, then let me go.” Grandma probably didn’t anticipate for this to be worthy life advice. But it applies in all areas of our lives. You have to go on three dates before you make a decision about a relationship. You have to go to three classes before you drop the course. You have to strike out three times before you’re sent back to the bench. Her advice is etched onto my left arm.

In jewish tradition, it is said that your life cannot truly end when your soul leaves your body. If you have loved and have been loved, your life in woven into the lives of your loved ones. In that regard, my grandmother can never die. She is, forever, woven into me.

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