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  Hate it or love it Still I Rise .... Insha'a Allah ...... that is the spirit of  Maryan Ahmedey . You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns,                                With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Out of the huts of his...

  Dear Lena dadaax, We are writing this because we want you to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you are not alone, and you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. What happened to you was a severe violation of your privacy and your trust. It was wrong, it was unfair, and the responsibility for this situation lies entirely on the person or people who chose to share something private. You did nothing to deserve this, and your worth as a person is not defined by this event, by a screen, or by the actions of others. Right now, everything might feel incredibly overwhelming, loud, or completely out of control. It is okay to feel angry, hurt, scared, or completely exhausted. Whatever you are feeling is valid. Please give yourself permission to process this at your own pace, and remember that you do not have to carry this heavy burden all by yourself. You are so much more than this moment. You are a person with a future, with talents, with kindness, and with a life that stretches ...