David Beckham hugged his team-mates with tears in his eyes, then walked off the pitch to a standing ovation for the last time.
BECKS IS CRYING. HE IS CRYING.
*buries face into hijab and sobs*
Love or hate him, his passion for football is inspiring.
He knows the game is more than him. It’s more than anyone.
And he has always respected it.
I will always admire him for that.
And his sarong. <3
FIRST PAKISTANI WOMAN TO SCALE MOUNT EVEREST.
I AM IN TOTAL AWE.
So here is this image by a German artist named Nabi Nara.
I have no idea what the hell the other pictures are trying to say and I don’t really care.
I am not interested in politicizing, ostracizing or sexualizing a s/he discussion on burqas.
However, I do like this *specfic* image. Whether or not it’s a part of a larger exhibit, I am not sure.
But it resonates with me.
It reinforces that whatever someone appears to be - don’t be misled. They may be able to school you on the pitch.
To think that a woman may not be interested in sports, art or music because of her customs, beliefs or whether she is (un)veiled is absurd and ignorant.
She can smash assumptions.
I don’t wear a burqa but I am confident that I can keep up or beat a lot of people. The same people who look at me and assume because I am a woman of colour, a mother and a wife -wearing a headscarf- that *I* can’t play.
So will my daughter.
Football is for all of us.
“Somewhere behind the athlete you’ve become and the hours of practice and the coaches who have pushed you is a little girl who fell in love with the game and never looked back… play for her.” - Mia Hamm
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