MONA OMAR
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Oh god. Men who whistle at women on the street are such scums. I hate all y’all.

humansofnewyork:

"Our daughter was five months old when I got a scholarship to Johns Hopkins. My wife came with me to Baltimore so that our family could stay together. I will always be thankful for that sacrifice, because I know it was the toughest three years of her life. She didn’t speak a word of English. We lived in a tiny studio— so tiny that many times I did my studying in the bathroom. In Vietnam, she had a job where she was getting phone calls all day long. But in America, the phone never rang. She wasn’t allowed to work because of visa requirements. Vietnamese holidays were regular days in America, so I’d be in class during New Year and we could never be together. Sometimes when I’d come home from school during wintertime, she’d look at me with tears in her eyes and say: ‘Tuan, I want to go home.’ But she still stayed with me. When I finally got my degree, many of my friends asked if I’d look for a job in the US. But I wouldn’t do that to her. She had done enough for me. So I said: ‘We are going home immediately.’ And as soon as we got back to Vietnam, she was like a fish back in the pond."
(Hanoi, Vietnam)

humansofnewyork:

"Our daughter was five months old when I got a scholarship to Johns Hopkins. My wife came with me to Baltimore so that our family could stay together. I will always be thankful for that sacrifice, because I know it was the toughest three years of her life. She didn’t speak a word of English. We lived in a tiny studio— so tiny that many times I did my studying in the bathroom. In Vietnam, she had a job where she was getting phone calls all day long. But in America, the phone never rang. She wasn’t allowed to work because of visa requirements. Vietnamese holidays were regular days in America, so I’d be in class during New Year and we could never be together. Sometimes when I’d come home from school during wintertime, she’d look at me with tears in her eyes and say: ‘Tuan, I want to go home.’ But she still stayed with me. When I finally got my degree, many of my friends asked if I’d look for a job in the US. But I wouldn’t do that to her. She had done enough for me. So I said: ‘We are going home immediately.’ And as soon as we got back to Vietnam, she was like a fish back in the pond."

(Hanoi, Vietnam)

Anonymous said: do they farm straw/blueberries in Somalis? would it work out in your farm? And I hope I'm not offending you, is your farm organic? I want to start a little farm in our backyard when I go to Somalia insha'Allah

Regarding your question(s), I remember asking these questions too when I went to Somalia. In our farm particularly (and I’m sure in the entirety of Somalia as well), it’s nearly impossible to grow fruits that thrive in chilly temperatures— the likes of blueberries, strawberries, and apples. There is an exception to that rule because grapes are capable of growing on our farm (its not the best tasting ones, but they do still grow nonetheless even though they flourish in chilly temperatures). Oh yes, our farm is organic. 

Bless day and good luck with your farm! 

artificial light + earths natural light partie deux.

artificial light + earths natural light partie deux.

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this is my favorite photo I’ve shot with my iPhone // on the campus shuttle and crossing through the Mississippi River in order to get to the other side of campus

this is my favorite photo I’ve shot with my iPhone // on the campus shuttle and crossing through the Mississippi River in order to get to the other side of campus

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