"

    After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
    I heard the announcement:
    If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
    Please come to the gate immediately.

    Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
    An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
    Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
    Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
    Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
    Did this.

    I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
    Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
    Sho bit se-wee?

    The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
    She stopped crying.

    She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
    She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
    Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

    Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
    We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
    I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
    Would ride next to her—Southwest.

    She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

    Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
    Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

    Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
    Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

    She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
    Questions.

    She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
    Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
    And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

    To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
    Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
    The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
    Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

    And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
    Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
    American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
    And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

    And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
    Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

    With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
    Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

    And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
    This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

    Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
    —has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

    They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
    This can still happen anywhere.

    Not everything is lost.

    "

    Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.   (via jazzylittledrops)
    http://shokalokiren.tumblr.com/post/97628866655/anna-sings-theseniggas-im-simply-me-this

    anna-sings:

    theseniggas:

    im-simply-me:

    This was done with a ballpoint motherfucking pen.

    I will never get over this. 

    Shit

    I scrolled past and thought it was a picture

    Wow

    IT'S TIME FOR MY 25K FOLLOWER GIVEAWAY!!!

    sexycatgirlsandstuff:

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    ]

    • spanish and italian: So THESE words are feminine and THESE words are masculine, and you ALWAYS put an adjective AFTER the noun.
    • french: haha i dont fuckin know man just do whatever
    • german: LET'S ADD A NEUTRAL NOUN HAHA
    • english: *shooting up in the bathroom*
    • gaelic: the pronounciation changes depending on the gender and what letter the word starts and ends with and hahah i dont even know good fucking luck
    • polish: here have all of these consonants have fun
    • japanese: subject article noun article verb. too bad there's three fucking alphabets lmao hope your first language isn't western
    • welsh: sneeze, and chances are you've got it right. idfk
    • chinese: here's a picture. draw it. it means something. it can be pronounced four different ways. these twenty other pictures are pronounced the same but have very different meanings. godspeed.
    • arabic: so here's this one word. it actually translates to three words. also pronouns don't really exist. the gender is all in the verb. have fun!
    • latin: here memorize 500 charts and then you still dont know what the fuck is happening
    • sign language: If you move this sign by a tenth of an inch, you'll be signing "penis"
    • russian: idk man its pronounced like its spelt but good fucking luck spelling it
    • Greek: so basically we're going to add 15 syllables to every word you know and assign it one of 3 genders at random. Also good luck figuring out where to put the accents you piece of shit

    shuuseichi:

    ITS KIND OF WHAT?! YOU ARE A GAY MAN IN A GAY ANIME AND YOU WILL ACT LIKE IT

    AHAHAHA YOU DUMBASS
    Start acting da ghei

    http://shokalokiren.tumblr.com/post/91081528925/mybisexualfury-givemethedrug-no-you-cant

    mybisexualfury:

    givemethedrug:

    "No you cant you’re 7" I laughed but this is wonderful

    I love this!!!!

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