#hijab poem

[butchniqabi]

Come all ye faithless women Who have turned your backs upon Your countries, your lovers,  Your people Thrown into the arms of the enemy, A mighty embrace, Held there upon your back As you lay in tents of another Come all ye whores of Troy,  Pillars of salt, topplers of Tenochtitlan Those whose names are synonymous with  Inconstancy  Betrayal And womanly weakness  Those whose history begins and ends When faith is lost Who are not afforded the compassion Of men Nor the dignity of steadfast women Come all ye faithless women Fulfill thy destiny  That to the world’s end not one word Nor song shall be sung  Of your goodness And that women will hate you worst of all Alas that such a fate on you should fall!

"Cursive Cressida" by Amatullah Bourdon

#poetry #my writing #this is like. so. yeah. #something about this feels more weirdly vulnerable than other poems ive published. anyways #hiiii i still write sometimes *twirls hijab*

[inikumi]

Terkadang

Terkadang kita bisa mengulur waktu. Menahan sakit. Menahan amarah. Menahan emosi.

Terkadang kita terlihat bahagia, padahal sebenarnya banyak hal yang ditutupi.

Terkadang kita terlihat emosional, karena tak satupun mengerti keadaan yang sebenarnya.

Terkadang, kita juga harus berani mengungkapkan apa yang kita rasakan. Karena terkadang diam juga bukanlah emas.

Banyak hal yang mengubah kita. Pada ia yang mau belajar pada apapun. Pada cerita orang lain, pada buku, pada film, bahkan pada kehidupan kita sendiri.

Terkadang ada jalan sulit yang harus ditempuh, namun juga tidak menghasilkan apa yang kita mau.

Terkadang memang ada hal yang kita mau, tapi Allah memberi hal yang lain. Setelah kita pahami waktu nya, memang ada hal yang sebenarnya baik untuk kita, tapi belum kita sadari.

Pada langkah yang kita ambil, pada keputusan yang kita pilih, pada pilihan yang harus kita hadapi. Atas segala kemungkinann yang ada. Yakin saja, bahwa janji Allah kepada ia yang percaya, akan berujung indah.

17.44 WIB, 25 September 2022

#ceritahariini #terkadang #tulisan #inspirasi #islam #muhasabah #muslim #islamic #istiqomah #sastra #muslimah #quote #yumisstrynsh #puisi #hijrah #hijab #indonesia #poem #inikumi #puitis #harapan #reminder #ntms #hope

[rupeshacharya]

Mahsa Amini

Persian wind was gently chilling the air,that surrounds the so-called Azadi square,though in Iran no one would dare,I started feeling the cold on my hair. The square reminds freedom for all,but for women, apart it falls,we are for their masculine control,apart from their guidance patrol. The police came from both sides either,screening on me for what they bother,showed any signs of respect…

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#arabworld #Equality #gender #gender equality #genderdiscrimination #genderequality #hijab #inequality #iran #islamicrepublicofiran #islamicrevolution #islamicsociety #mahsa #mahsaamini #memoirs #muslimwoman #poem #poems #poetries #poetry #politics #satirepoetry #society #woman #women #womenempowerment #wordpress #wordpresspoems #wordpresspost #wordpresssite

[see-the-apple]

carry me, sweet sister

with shawls and scarves abound

take me to the promised place 

where my secrets are my crown

my hands are fierce and dainty

my skirt will touch the ground

I’ll let you see no part of me 

except for bows and arrows

and this family I’ve found

oh, modest maiden, how do you fare as a woman

I fare as all the rest do,

for with this lifestyle, I’m smitten

#modesty #hijabi #hijabs #islam #poetry #poems inspired by art #poems #poem #creative writing #daily poems #poemsdaily #NOT PROPAGANDA #appreciation of modesty

[songofwizardry]

belated Ramadan Mubarak!

I try to do a bit of reading every Ramadan, so, for accountability, and so that when I inevitably don’t get through them I can find my list next year—here's my (extremely very ambitious) reading list for this year!

(suggestions are very welcome, with the warning that I very much may not get through them. this year, I’m trying to learn more about Islam and liberation theology and I’m trying to read more abolitionist texts, and of course my standard queer Muslim books, I’m trying to read more poetry by Muslim poets I don’t know well, and every Ramadan I try and only read fiction by Muslim authors, so there’s some sff on here too!)

non-fic:

memoirs:

We Have Always Been Here by Samra Habib (reread)

Hijab Butch Blues by Lamya H

The Colour of God by Ayesha S Chaudhry

Love is an Ex-Country by Randa Jarrar

A Dutiful Boy by Mohsin Zaidi

other nonfic:

Islam and Anarchism by Mohamed Abdou

We Do This Til We Free Us by Mariame Kaba (reread-ish? I never fully finished it)

Let This Radicalise You by Kelly Hayes and Mariame Kaba

Qur'an and Woman by Amina Wadud (which I also never finished)

The Women's Khutbah Book by Fatima Seedat and Sa'diyya Shaikh

Qur’an of the Oppressed: Liberation Theology and Gender Justice in Islam by Shadaab Rahemtulla

With Stones in Our Hands: Writings on Muslims, Racism, and Empire by Sohail Daulatzai and Junaid Rana

fiction:

The Candle and the Flame by Nafiza Azad

Mirage by Somaiya Daud (yes I still have not read this)

The Light at the Bottom of the World by London Shah

Roses, in the Mouth of a Lion by Bushra Rehman

A Tempest of Tea by Hafsah Faisal

poetry:

Halal If You Hear Me (anthology)

If They Come For Us by Fatimah Asghar (reread)

Hagar Poems by Mohja Kahf

Bad Diaspora Poems by Momtaza Mehri

The Fortieth Day by Kazim Ali

Black Seeds by Tariq Touré

Postcolonial Banter by Suhaiymah Manzoor-Khan

#books #salmon’s muslim tag #text post #my post #yes it’s a very long reading list #idk I am in a reading place right now and I’m running some stuff on #spiritual connection and reflection for queer Muslims #later in the month #using some truly incredible resources that others have prepared but I gotta do some prep of my own too yknow #and idk I haven’t really been connected to Islamic learning in a while? #and I like doing it! #I think it’s important for the kind of stuff and reflection I do #so let’s see how well this goes #I feel like I should’ve made a different Ramadan Mubarak post as well but I did not so #you get my reading list instead

[forestal-ramblings]

Watched Dune 2 finally so here's some thoughts:

- They really go all out Arab aesthetic while avoiding the word jihad. Also a contest of how many fantasy hijab can we get in every female character.

- lady Jessica literally girl boss gaslight gatekeep her way into crazy ayatollah status, and the final reverend mother was delicious.

- I thought Zendaya was underused but apparently it's worse in the book so go ahead.

- Galaxy's Twink aka Paul is going full fascist and crazy. Also he's going to make Florence Pugh suffer and the fucking princess deserves better.

- Introducing Gurney like a marvel character, with the music playing finally but then cutting the fucking song is criminal. Sadly I could only think about brolin gay poem IN SET given to Timothee chalamet .

- What to say about the harkonnen ?. More post incoming because I have bald boy brainrot , but the baron being an absolute evil bastard, feyd whole psycho vibe, giedi prime !!!!!. I can't wait to see the rest of the houses.

- I'm bound to see Javier Bardem as a funny guy , so I couldn't help but smile every time he goes lisan al gaib!. But I kinda dig stilgar sand uncle vibe.

#dune part 2 #gurney halleck #timothée chalamet #house harkonnen #forestal watches

[unhonestlymirror]

I look at photos of "Ukrainians" evacuated from Gaza and remember our former consul in Dubai. I adore him. The most in the world he hated Muscovites, Syrians, and Egyptians with forged Ukrainian passports. In second place, he hated women who came to the consulate for a certificate of marital status because they were going to marry Syrians, Palestinians, or Egyptians.

After the traditional greeting, "Are you stupid?" there was an obligatory conversation about, "You will come to me again in a year, wearing a hijab and sobbing that the child is being taken away." 50% came in a year wearing a hijab and wrote statements that a child was being taken away from a Ukrainian citizen, the rest came in the second year.

The most spectacular case was a woman who brought her child's Jordanian passport and demanded that the Ukrainian be returned to her. The child did not have a Ukrainian passport because she did not need one, and they did not make it. But the child is UKRAINIAN!!!!! Help, Mr. Consul, we have rights!!!

He told her that until she brings him a passport of a citizen of Ukraine with a residence visa pasted there, she is not in his jurisdiction at all and can apply to the Jordanian consulate. "Are you normal at all?" said the woman and began scribbling complaints to Ministry of International Affairs.

I remember a case when a Ukrainian woman came to demand "to prevent her husband from obtaining Ukrainian citizenship", because they found out that he has another family in Syria, and he just wanted a Ukrainian passport, so he got married, gave her a child, and actually planed to transport from Syria his first family with 3 children and therefore applied for citizenship without her knowledge. Because when she got married, she didn't know about the second family, and that's why she doesn't want a passport for him now)))))

If anyone is wondering how this case ended, the dude didn't get a Ukrainian passport because he died suddenly. He had a heart attack. In Syria, when he went to his second family. His Ukrainian wife cried a lot. She wrote him poems about eternal love and an image forever in the memory in the heart. And she got married a second time. For a citizen of Egypt, but 20 years younger than the first husband. They live in Brazil as war refugees.

A separate category was made up of Ukrainian women who came with their children's Syrian and Egyptian passports and demanded visas for their children. The consul explained that you just need to make a Ukrainian passport for the child. Because according to the law, a child born to a citizen of Ukraine is a citizen of Ukraine, and it is stupid to issue a visa to Ukraine to a citizen of Ukraine!!!! But they said "fuuuuuu nooooo who needs it".

The most difficult case was the case of a Ukrainian woman who worked in Jordan, got married there, and gave birth to a child. Her husband beat her, so one day she took the child and went to Ukraine, and four years later, she signed a work contract in Dubai, where she was arrested by Interpol right at the airport. It was very difficult for the consul to get permission to visit, because it turned out that all these 4 years she was wanted internationally for kidnapping. The husband woke up and found neither his wife nor his child. And turned to Interpol. The girl's mother went to all ministries and wrote down complaints.

The ministries transferred the complaint to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and they wrote a demand to the Consulate "to prevent the extradition of a citizen of Ukraine to Jordan." The consul submitted a note to the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Emirates. There they said, Ukrainians are you fucking crazy???? Do you mind, that they are still married and he is looking for his wife?? When the Consul asked this question to the woman, she said: "T'hu!!! Was it marriage? We just stayed in the mosque for a little while. It doesn't count, and it was a joke in general. I do not consider myself married. He insulted me." That day the Consul bursted out. He said he couldn't do it anymore. This is pyzda and he will go to ATO. About how he mobilized after the start of the full-scale and to which brigade I will never say even under tortures.)))))

By the way, the standard "you will come to speak in a hijab" always had a standard answer: "Oh well, you know... But he is completely different, not like other traditionalists. He's from a good family. You don't know him at all. My Mohammed is Different."

By the way, after the start of full-scale worlwide problems, the new consul's job became much less stressful. Because all the Syrians, Jews and Palestinians en masse made Canadian visas, like Ukrainian refugees, and went to Canada.

Well, to be objective, I do know one case of a marriage between a Ukrainian woman and a Syrian man, where the woman was the queen. And not just as a queen, this woman came to her husband's family once a year with an inspection from Lviv, where she and her husband lived, and made the whole family dance. "Everyone dances"!!!! The man, as a proud eastern testosterone alpha male, realized that the only way to crawl out from under that heel is to the grave. He did it when he got cancer. That's why. International marriages of distant cultures are possible. But they need a special character from a woman. Ukrainian women demonstrate such traits, unfortunately, rarely.

#lol #Ukraine #укртумбочка #укртамблер

[milkybonya]

whatever platform this is that i have, as a persian, i want to use it right now. this is a poem i wrote today after grieving the loss of my people.

iranians, particularly women, are suffering. Mahsa Amini was killed for not wearing her hijab properly and now protests have begun. in iran, wearing the hijab if you are a woman is mandatory. you will be punished if your hair is showing. now, iran has no internet because the government is silencing the people, so i cannot contact my family. it's been days and i don't know how they're doing.

i just want to spread awareness on behalf of my people who are being silenced. let women have the choice to wear what they want. stop controlling them. let everyone be free.

#mahsa amini #jîna emînî #iran #no fics just kicks #spilled milky•. ☆

[anxiety-and-fandoms]

First Masterpost

Being an Adult Doesnt Suck

Cowboy Witch Poem

I will NOT make an account to continue browsing

Shoplifting is bad (wink)

Just a whole buncha queer books

Rat Poem!!

Biology verses Transphobia

Sex is a Spectrum

‘Wasted Potential’ doesn’t exist

Writing Image IDs

Fuck Prison Labor

Sue!!!

The only acceptable type of hate mail

Forgiving medical bills

For anyone who needs it

Underwater Temple… Underwater Monk

The story of Sonic For Real Justice

Naps are weird

Slowed down Minecraft Music

Government-Assigned Color Palette

Bearer of the Curse

Dnd Character Ramblings

Peent

Garfield without Garfield

Wear headphones in public

Email Affirmations

For High School Seniors!!

Distractions feat. beloved moots

Self Neutrality

Diagram of a Bastard

Knife Diagram

The Clown Code

Protecting Women in Hijabs

The Comfort Carrd

The Comfort Carrd (Direct)

Coping with Anger Issues

Tea for Friends

Evil Chancellor Traytor

Jorts and Jean

Funky (The Mental Breakdown Boogie)

Life advice

An Important Article

An Important Article (Direct)

Nifty the anti-NFT

Minecraft Without Spiders

Accidental Ascension

Teaching Children

Boot Up, Bitch

Names to Flee the Country Under

Mobile Hell

Calm down marge

Hold my Flower

How to Invent Everything

Watcha Playin’

Amazon is Unsafe

A Ship and an Anchor

The Science of Liminal Spaces

Insurence Commercial Fanfiction

Respect Picky Eater’s Boundaries

Fantasy Hijabs

MSG is fine, ignore the racists

$4 per Meal

Images that Mean Everything to Me

Medical Gaslighting

The alt-right pipeline

I Can’t Imagine Not Being a Man

Daily Check-Ins

Pride Glares

Physically Describing Emotion

Kinks and Polyamory are 100% Queer

What “Thou Shalt Not Take the Lord’s Name in Vain” actually means

Pride Month Reminders

Sonnet the Hedgehog

The Shapeshifter’s Tavern

US Mental Health Hotline

Wulver

Gatekeeping is bullcrap

Flipnote Archive

Jump over the Paywall

Water is a Human Right

Whatever these are

Profit Killer Tips

DND Alignment Test

TERFs versus Queer People

Pride Cryptids

Homophobic Companies (p1 probably)

Cybersix

The Gayest Pigeon Species

Evil Recipies

Your Emotions are Valid, your Behavior is not

Cat Purrs :}}}

#the shapeshifter's masterpost #the shapeshifter speaks

[butchniqabi]

A respectful kiss for all of your Islamic poems in particular!!! the Isaac one, the qabil and habil/cain and abel one!! Foaming at the mouth, 🤠💌

*twirls hijab* aww shucks

#asks #THANK YOU 🥺

[inikumi]

Makin bertambah usia, makin ngga mikirin apa kata orang lain.

Jalan ku akan ku tempuh sendiri. Cara ku akan ku jalani sendiri. Salahku akan ku perbaiki sendiri. Semua tentangku, atas izinku sendiri.

Jadi akan ku pastikan, bila nanti ku temui hati ku patah karena sesuatu, itu karena kesalahanku sendiri yang telah mengizinkannya.

#mymind #yumisstrynsh #muhasabah #inspirasi #islamic #tulisan #sastra #muslimah #islam #quote #hijrah #puisi #indonesia #poem #muslim #harapan #puitis #istiqomah #hijab #inikumi #reminder #random thoughts #cuek

[loverandservantoftheahlulbayt]

🌸💗🌸 Hijab Poem 🌸💗🌸

How funny the world has become

I am mocked for choosing to wear a Hijab

I get stereotyped for the way I dress

Some even claim I am so much oppressed

The Hijab is my choice and mine only

It is by no means an oppression

As it is never to please any man

But the Creator of the heavens and man

In my Hijab, I have found solace

Never to feel shy of my woman-ness

My modesty is protected

My dignity unscathed

Yes, I publicly shun away from tight jeans, shirt and mini skirt

Because I elicit respect and not to be treated like dirt

I am never tossing my Hijab aside because of your annoying stare

I seek to protect myself from Shaitan's tempting snare

Why do you seem offended by my dress code?

After all my veil does not cover my intellect nor taint my achievements

I am least bothered on whether or not you think I am pretty

My Hijab has rather strengthened me with inner beauty

To all those who think I am oppressed and not free

You see, you are rather suffering from oppression

You're chained in the dark world of fashion and greed

Where the nakedness of a woman is being given a price tag

Hear me as I say this out loud

I am a Hijabi and proud

🌸💗 by Samudeen M.A. Ilimu 💗🌸

.

[blissfulalchemist]

07. — melody with Sahar?

Shay! Thank you so much for the suggestion! I hope you enjoy this little piece of Sahar's past and a teeny tiny moment of soft with she and Marc.

word count: 1.2k

A woman’s voice, soft and higher pitched than her mother’s, comes under the door into Sahar’s room in the blue light of morning. It entices her, wakes her, pulls her toward the door where she can just barely reach the handle to open it with small hands all to step out into a still house. She peeks her head around the corner watching and listening as the woman quietly makes her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. While this stranger hits all the creaky spots, Sahar knows them better than anyone and follows silently, sitting on the bottom stair to see them make preparations in the kitchen, all the while her song continues on.

It’s not English, her young brain can tell that much, but some of the words slip and fall into the confusing category, just too big for her to know yet. She has to know though, has to understand what it means and it is these thoughts that have her going toward the kitchen. Have her clinging onto the door frame, eyes and ears so intent on hearing more that she doesn’t realize she’s startled the woman until the plastic bowl hits the floor. Sahar’s eyes go wide as she braces herself to run, mumbling out an apology, and hanging her head. The woman kneels down, soft eyes matching her smile, “What are you doing down here Sahar? You gave me a fright.”

“Sorry,” she whispers, hugging herself, “I heard you singing. Thought it was pretty.” The woman smoothes out her hair, Sahar mimicking feeling the silk of the hijab beneath her fingertips, “What were you singing?”

“Nothing special, little one, just a poem.”

Sahar tilts her head with a furrowed brow, “What’s a poem?”

“It’s like a story, but with fancier words thrown in.”

“Does everyone sing them?”

The woman shakes her head, “No, some can’t really be sung.” She sighs, “I still can’t believe you and your brother both got my father’s eyes.”

“Will you teach me?” Sahar asks, folding her hands in front of her, “I promise I will go back to bed.”

The woman nods, “So long as you help me with some breakfast tasks.” She lifts Sahar after a vigorous nod, setting her down at the small table. “Here help me slice some bananas.”

After a quick demonstration Sahar is able to talk and work, quite slowly, at the same time. “What’s the po-em you were singing?”

“Do you wish me to recite it?” Sahar nods, “Okay then. Here we go. Listen very closely:

Happy the moment when we are seated in the Palace, thou and I. With two forms and with two figures but with one soul, thou and I. The stars of heaven will come to gaze upon us; We shall show them the moon itself, thou and I. Joyful, and secure from foolish babble, thou and I. All the bright plumed birds of heaven will devour their hearts with envy In the place where we shall laugh in such a fashion, thou and I. This is the greatest wonder, that thou and I, sitting here in the same nook, Are at this moment both in Iraq and Khorasan, thou and I.

What do you think?”

The young girl thinks, pursing her lips and tapping her fingers on the table, “It feels sad but sounds hmm.” She taps her chin, “What does it mean? What’s it about?”

“It’s about….,” the woman pauses, swallowing back emotions she can never have. Ones that she’s given up in favor of keeping a good life for herself and Sahar, one of safety and love and yet….yet it’s so tempting to tell her the truth. She would understand by now, right? Sahar will be able to handle that she must live here with her sister while she must live across the ocean. All of these a maybe, a slim chance, but most of all….the wrong choice as she’s seen how settled her daughter has become in this life. How she already has a mother…., “It’s about missing someone you love that’s far away. How happy you will be when you get to see them.”

“Like when baba comes home from work trips?”

She smiles, “Yes exactly like that.”

“Are you singing it because of maman? Seeing her again.”

“Now what makes you think it’s only your mom I missed,” she laughs, bringing Sahar into her lap, tickling her sides, “Am I not allowed to miss you?” Sahar laughs, squirming to try and get her to stop, “Huh? You’re my favorite niece and I miss you all the time.”

“Okay,” she breathes out between laughter, “Okay. It’s not just about maman.” The woman lets her slip down, Sahar brushing down her pajamas, “So, are you going to teach me or not?”

“Of course I will.” The woman holds her hand out for Sahar to grasp, “Come. Let’s go to your room, I can write it down for you.”

——————————-

Sahar can’t help but sing as she restocks the shelves, one can after the other after the other. The same tune repeated as her mind wanders back to that morning she first heard it. The memory having become blurry along the edges, words in the conversation lost, but the voice drifting up to her room is never forgotten, never tainted, crystal clear and perfect as if some part of her knew that would be the last time she’d ever hear that voice. She’s so lost in the moment that it doesn’t register that she's stopped humming it, taking Marc a little by surprise when he walks in.

He does his best to not disturb her, leaning against the counter watching and listening. He can only pick out a few words in Farsi, none of which give any clue to the meaning or subject matter of the song. He does pick up when it’s repeated and waits for her to finish once more before tapping the bell on the counter. She stops suddenly, head turning slowly with an expression that transitions from annoyance to something softer and happier. “How long have you been standing there?”

He shrugs with a smile, pulling the white mask off, “Not too long really. Enough to enjoy and appreciate the melody.”

Sahar rolls her eyes, reaching out for his hand that he takes, pulling her closer, “So long enough to embarrass myself is what you’re saying.”

He shakes his head chuckling, “Not in the slightest. It was very pretty.” He leans down to give her a kiss, “What is it you were singing?”

“A poem, actually,” Marc cocks his brow, “When I was little my….,” she looks down for a moment, the titles bouncing back and forth. She trusts him, wants to tell him, feels safe enough too, but the middle ground between dating and just seeing each other is too blissful as it is and Sahar knows that opening up even just about something as small as her being somewhat adopted would ruin it, “My aunt taught me it.”

He gives a slow nod of his head, “I see. Want to tell me what poem?”

“Thou and I by Rumi,” she looks down at their interlaced fingers, cheeks starting to flush, “which is something I didn’t know until a few years ago. I could maybe teach it to you if you want some more practice.”

Marc tilts her chin up, giving her a gentle kiss, leaning his forehead against hers when he pulls away, “I think I’d like that very much, Sahar.”

#its just fun to have these moments for me and just! !!!! #sahar mahin oc #x: sunlight #six1six verse #the written word

[ahlulbaytnetworks]

🌸💗🌸 Hijab Poem 🌸💗🌸

How funny the world has become

I am mocked for choosing to wear a Hijab

I get stereotyped for the way I dress

Some even claim I am so much oppressed

The Hijab is my choice and mine only

It is by no means an oppression

As it is never to please any man

But the Creator of the heavens and man

In my Hijab, I have found solace

Never to feel shy of my woman-ness

My modesty is protected

My dignity unscathed

Yes, I publicly shun away from tight jeans, shirt and mini skirt

Because I elicit respect and not to be treated like dirt

I am never tossing my Hijab aside because of your annoying stare

I seek to protect myself from Shaitan's tempting snare

Why do you seem offended by my dress code?

After all my veil does not cover my intellect nor taint my achievements

I am least bothered on whether or not you think I am pretty

My Hijab has rather strengthened me with inner beauty

To all those who think I am oppressed and not free

You see, you are rather suffering from oppression

You're chained in the dark world of fashion and greed

Where the nakedness of a woman is being given a price tag

Hear me as I say this out loud

I am a Hijabi and proud

🌸💗 by Samudeen M.A. Ilimu 💗🌸

.

[jenniferjuanconfessions]

Confession 2026

I like reminiscing about the crazy times in the fandom some days lol.

Remember the “Jennifer has converted to Islam because she wore a veil that looks nothing like a hijab in one picture” phase? Or the “Jennifer wrote a dramatic poem so she must have a personality disorder” phase?

This fandom is insane and I love it. I hope Jennifer doesn’t get annoyed with us lol.

#jennifer juan #confessions #fandom #poetry #music

[alexiaugustin]

Thank you! Yes, if I had a r*pe allegory as the exam poem, I would also complain about it but... not in the exam? If I ask you to analyze the poem and you do not analyze it that's a zero, I don't care if what you are saying is right because I don't want to read your opinion, I want you to analyze it. The end. Is so stupid that they want me to be like "poor Mailin :c" when, sorry, but she did that to herself.

literally! i am all for students speaking up against the school system and discussing topics like sexism etc in class and students thinking for themselves and making up their own minds (as mailin rightfully said because, yes, that IS very much important!) i used to have a german teacher who was plain simply a bigoted asshole who openly admitted to giving me worse grades because "i should listen to other people's opinions more and agree with them instead of always sticking to my own opinon" (the opinions i should agree with in question: it's totally not islamophobic that muslim women are forced to tak off their hijabs in various workplaces in germany). but i would have never intentionally ruined an exam by complaining about a text/poem instead of simply doing the task because i honestly agree with every teacher who says that this simply shows that you are too incompetent to work according to the task lol. mailin also had three other options apart from the poem so if the poem made her mad to a point where she felt like she would betray her morals if she had analysed it, she should have chosen a different exam for her A-levels

#anon #ask