I see society divided like a wall is in place
Like everybody hates, but they do in diferent ways
Im a differnt colour so it means i aint the same
Proudly diverse so they dont wana know my name
I see politics but democracy is evidently lies
They say theyre fixing up but unemployments gona rise
Take away my voice cus you took away my rights
When you put me in this cage & made me settle for the lies
Why do i see things differently to the brother by my side
Why did i loose my strength when i sat and i cried
Education, is my right but it comes with a price,
& when people start to fight, they're takin their lives,
So i'm trying to find what is it that i gota realise,
cus i need to understand before i start to fight,
they are creating an upperclass educated elite,

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly ... but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ... but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.

A mosque in northeast Sacramento recently hosted a speed-dating event for 48 singles looking for love American Muslim style.

Every four minutes, the men played musical chairs, moving one seat to their left to chat up the next woman across the table. Each took notes on whether they'd like to continue the conversation.

Call it "speed mating" – Muslims don't date without chaperones and aren't allowed to have premarital sex. Dancing, kissing and drinking also are off limits...

http://www.sacbee.com/2010/10/31/3141339/american-muslims-mix-modern-traditional.html

they leave flowers for the dead in their cemetaries,
civilians die but nobody knows if they were even buried,
Treating life like a game, like we're blind to the pain,
When millions still fight for their right to remain,
In their homes, when theyre going down with the rain,
& the bombs fall every day from them military planes,
that swarm in their sky's, and are ending their lives,
& everyday you see the fear that lives in their minds,
But they live & they fight, see the courage in their eyes,
& it circles their minds when sit down at night,
years go by and we are still beleiving the lies?,
Why are we blind to it when the whole nation cries.

They take a minute silence to remember the losses,
& mothers leave letters for sons in mailboxes,

I have been contemplating in buying a phone for quite a while now and I need some advice. If you have any recommendations please comment.

So I have really wanted an Iphone for a long time and just as I was about to purchase it, I got told that it was 'no good'. Now I have no idea what the term 'no good' refers too, but I decided against buying it. I didn't want to waste my money that I had been saving up for a while on something, that in the end would decieve me ;).

My cousin has a BlackBerry and he said that it was really good and a lot better than the Iphone.

So I'm a bit stuck. I want to get a new phone, because my old one is betraying me, but I don't want to get one that would, in the end, not be worth the money.

So please Help me!

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock, I am currently living in my grandma’s room as my room is completely frozen over. I don’t have a clock in my room as I have my mobile and that is enough for me.

My grandma is in Pakistan and so I have migrated into her room here in England.

I can’t go to sleep, because her bed is as soft as a teddy bear and her clock is too noisy.

But as I stop feeling annoyed at can’t getting any sleep and I listen to the quiet and the tick tock of the clock I realise that every second that the clock ticks and tocks, it leads to a minute, which leads to an hour and every hour leads to a day and every day leads to a week and every week leads to a month and every month leads to a year.

eric cantona calls for people to take all their monkey out of banks to punish them for the mess

my mocks are around the corner, eg: beginning on december, but my real exam are in january (begin/middleish)

so im suppose to revise for mocks (and (i think) get good marks) so...i'll have a WHOLE MONTH to forget, re learn everythign again? or...what am i suppose to do in between the mocks and the real thing?

i know, im suppose to use my mocks and look at what i need to improve on..but there cant be THAT many things that i'll need to improve on... right?!

so...mocks... i dont get it...

Miss Shahla Jaheed. Hanged in Iran, 2010.