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Indigenous Writer. Historian. Lecturer & Poet. PhD in Southern African American History. I write about culture, identity, empire and books. Author of: child of a stolen homeland For more: https://linktr.ee/karimwafa
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We are living in the era of humanity’s collapse. There’s no more grey area. You’re either on the side of good or evil. It’s as clear as day.

I can’t believe it but I just went jogging shirtless for the first time ever lol.

If you feel exhausted, anxious, or overwhelmed, consider this: maybe it’s not you. Maybe you’re just sane in an insane world that demands we ignore suffering and call it normal.

maybe your garden isn’t growing because every time a flower grows you cut it to prove to someone that you’re a gardener.

“if you keep reading so much, you’ll eventually get completely detached from reality” umm… that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.

I just had the most beautiful idea for a book, I’m honestly in shock. I can’t believe it.

Maybe the point isn’t to be productive. Maybe the point is to be present.

I know I’ve already said it like a million times but I love this app.

We don’t need more billionaires. We need more healers. We don’t need more tycoons. We need more educators. We don’t need more capitalists. We need more storytellers. We need less people with things and more people with souls.

Privilege is when justice feels like oppression, equality is when the truth no longer needs permission. Read that again.

What book are you reading this weekend?

Being loved well is never about grand gestures. It’s someone bringing you tea without asking. It’s remembering how you like your toast. It’s consistency. That’s romance.

I don’t want a bigger network. I want deeper roots. I want neighbours who knock, friends who linger, and a community that knows my cat’s name.

The world is fluent in suffering, but illiterate in justice.

Sometimes I just get tired of everything and everyone.

above all, I want to be kind.

Imagine if we saw people as chapters instead of forever. Less possession. More gratitude.

In my culture we have a word—“maktoub” which means “it’s written”—and we use it as we believe that everything which happens in our life is written by the Creator in the heavenly realm along with the stars and the sky. This means that things never miss us. What’s meant for us will always find us.

happy friday everyone. may you have a blessed day.

They have money for bombs but not to feed the poor. Make it make sense.

A society that funds war, silences activists, arrests students, and criminalizes free speech isn’t a success. It’s a failed state.

I wrote 3 pages today 😊

I’m a writer because I cry on paper and use my tears to make art

Sometimes you have to stop listening to what other people are trying to tell you so that you can hear what your body is trying to tell you.

In English we say “I love you” but in Arabic‎ we say “أنتي روحي وقلبي و عيوني” which means “you’re my soul, my heart and my eyes”

so many books to read, so many languages to learn, so many movies to watch, so many people to meet, so many places to visit, so much to do, so little time

I wrote 4 pages today 🥰

romanticizing my own life is the main way i’ve survived this year. i read romance no reason. i pretend my tea is a potion. i listen to songs like they were written just for me. maybe they were. maybe everything is a little more magical when you stop trying to make sense of it all.

my newest poem

Self-care is drinking water and pretending my problems will solve themselves if I scroll long enough.

I don’t know who needs to hear this but eat your fibre. Your welcome.

for someone who loves sleep so much you’d think I’d go to bed earlier

we literally jumped from may 1 to may 27 in less than a minute. at this point, happy 4th of July, Halloween and Christmas to everyone because I can’t keep up with time anymore.

My toxic trait is thinking I deserve a reward for doing the bare minimum. Like yes I answered one email. Bring me a cake.

I couldn’t resist not posting a pic of my newest cat, Ginger. He’s so cute and puffy. Show him some love lol.

I SAW SOMEONE WALKING DOWN THE STREET HOLDING MY BOOK 😍😍

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but no person or situation is worth damaging your mental health over.