I Really Don't Understand How This Is "hinduphobia", I Have Not Demeaned Anyone. I've Grown Up In A "brahmin"

Beluru, Karnataka

(pics by me pls don't steal)

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hey has anyone found a way to act on your desires without opening yourself to failure

the only thing they're bothered about is lining their pockets and counting their money!!

The orange gang's silence about the kumbh mela disasters reveals their hypocrisy more than anything else does. For something that so deeply concerns the religion that they claim to care about, you would think they would hold the party that claims to work in their interests more accountable? But they're not and everyone knows why that is - they never cared about hindus and hinduism to begin with. All that jazz was and always has been a thinly veiled cover for their hatred of Muslims.

blue, through kaye donachie’s reminiscent paintings.

Yet, you completely missed my point. Your stance on this was flawed right from the beginning itself, which I pointed out. It does not fulfill one of the most important aspect of Colonialism. Without a doubt, there have been hostilities and atrocities against hindus in this period, but it does not equal to colonialism. I hope one day you unlearn the hate you've nurtured.

Not another post whining about why “mUgHaLs WeRe nOt cOlOnizErs” like girl, they were literally foreign invaders who forced you to speak their language, broke your temples, tried eradicating your culture and collected zizya taxes motivated by religious bigotry in hopes of forcing your people to convert! At least have some shame and consideration for your ancestors.

watched Jab We Met and started crying

What are your favorite Arabic poems, if you have any?

These are some of my favorites:

An Ocean Without Shore, Ibn ‘Arabi

Fragment from Al-Buhturi’s Wolf

From the Luzumiyat of al-Ma’arri

From the Diwan of al-Ma’arri

Reality, Rabia al-Basri

Love, Rabia al-Basri

The Enchanter of Dust: Psalm, Adonis

The Wound, Adonis

I Pray Behind My Shadow, Bahija Massri Adelbi

The Spirit Bows to the Will of Love, Munir Mezyed

The Manner of Sand, Mahmood al-Braikan

Exculpation, Khalil Mutran

Revolt Against the Sun, Nazik al-Mala’ika

Myths, Nazik al-Mala’ika

Who am I?, Nazik al-Mala’ika

A Stranger at the Gulf, Badr Shakir al-Sayyab

An Alphabetical Formation, Faraj Bayraqdar

A couple of fragments from Sanieh Salh

Sorrows of the Black City, Muhammad al-Fayturi

Shadows, Wadih Sa’adah

The Strange Grief, al-Shabbi

A Storm in the Dark, al-Shabbi

A Body, Al-Saddiq al-Raddi

Annihilation, Muhammad Afifi Matar

Fragments from ‘Quartet of Joy’, Muhammad Affifi Matar

Mural, Mahmoud Darwish

We Will Choose Sophocles, Mahmoud Darwish 

Clouds, Ounsi el-Hajj

Smoke Bloom, Nadia Anjuman

Boat to Lesbos, Nourri al-Jarrah

Your body is my map, Nizar Qabbani

With you