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Tao from a Goddess

Recently, I’ve found my beliefs and faith in people challenged both professionally and personally. It was short-lived thanks to reminders from kindred spirits and enlightened souls. Those people that get it…at least in terms I understand. One such women shared the follow Tao Te Ching with me and so I feel compelled to pass it on to whomever else it may speak to in this moment. With love and gratitude.

When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.

Being and non-being create each other.
Difficult and easy support each other.
Long and short define each other.
High and low depend on each other.
Before and after follow each other.

Therefore the Master
acts without doing anything
and teaches without saying anything.
Things arise and she lets them come;
things disappear and she lets them go.
She has but doesn’t possess,
acts but doesn’t expect.
When her work is done, she forgets it.
That is why it lasts forever.


Volunteers Needed!

The Alliance for International Women’s Rights needs volunteer teachers to work with individual women in Kandahar, Afghanistan via Skype. Primarily ESL/EFL work. Please contact me if you would like more details or CLICK HERE for more info.

The Alliance for International Women’s Rights is a “non-profit organization with a mission of supporting women leaders and future women leaders in Central Asia. [They] do this by creating connections between Central Asian women and professionals in developed countries who would like to use their skills to further women’s rights.”

AIWR was found by another Princeton in Asia Alum, Lisa Herb. Lisa taught at Assumption University in Bangkok, Thailand with PiA and spent two years in Mongolia. She attended Cornell’s Law School and studied with them in Paris. Check out this Anti 9-to-5 interview with Lisa.

AIWR is currently working in Afghanistan, Kazakhstan and Mongolia. For the women in Kandahar, getting to the center alone involves much risk. They deserve the support of solid (and interesting!) female educators. This is an extremely worthy cause and organization. If you are qualified or know anyone who is, please consider applying!


Teacher’s Day in China!

 

From a past student : )


Motorcycle Drive By

This week, I got hit by a car. I was driving along on my two-wheels and was taken out by a Prius. Thank goodness it was a Prius right? Imagine if it had been a Tahoe!  Ouch.

I was heading to dinner and, as you can imagine, LA drivers are pretty intense. This was not a result of intensity or the rush of life, rather a poor little lady who made a late decision to turn. I happened to be in the way and was flung from my scooter. Being me, I jumped up and started checking on everyone and everything, apologizing and strategizing how we would all deal with the situation at hand. I didn’t even think to call anyone at first, I figured if my scooter was ok, I would exchange information scoot off. Well… clearly I was in shock and had some adrenaline happening…

The woman who hit me was sweet (hence the many hugs while waiting for the tow truck). So on a positive (potentially crazy) note: I couldn’t have hoped for a better first motorcycle accident. My body was in shock and now I am pretty darn sore, but I am getting better. There is no major damage that I know of. She was very nice and her insurance has taken care of everything. My bike will be fixed and life goes on. What I have been left thinking about, however, is my reaction in the situation. I pride myself on being independent and comfortable handling anything thrown my way. This was a wake up call.

I believe that all things happen for a reason (Who doesn’t love cliches? Think about it though, cliches are cliches for a reason.). When something negative happens in life I so often here, “why me?” “how could I have prevented this?”, “I can’t deal”, etc. Rather than be a victim, I try to look inside myself and ask: “what is the universe intending I learn from this?”  Boy this one was one of the most intense wake up calls I’ve had in a long time. There have been little foreshadowings of this one…but I clearly have not been listening or learning. It took getting thrown from my hog for me to open my eyes. This one was so difficult to see because I didn’t want to: I am not able to let myself be taken care of. Yes, there have been a few people in my life that I really open up to.. but, well, let’s not go into to much detail on the blog. I am starting to see where this issue is rooted and how it has affected my adult life.

I struggle with letting myself be loved and taken care of fully. Can too much independence and self-reliance be a bad thing? Clearly yes. I believe that the purpose of life is to love, bring joy, peace and positive energy into the world and live with an open heart and mind… but am I practicing that? In some ways, sure. But it takes openness both ways. You have to give and receive. Life is a constant flow of energy in all directions. It seems I’ve been more comfortable giving and not fully receiving.

I am not ready to write all my feelings on here… but this is how it started and I am doing some soul-searching as a result. When things, bad or even really good, happen try putting away the ego that gets in your head and, instead, consider what lesson this is meant to teach you. As for me…I am trying to learn the lessons and practice them. Believing and knowing is only one step…the next is practice.

I am not sure how much sense any of this will make, so if you are left unclear I’d like to share one more thing…

After this accident one of my closest friends (who is far across the seas) sent me a TED talk. Ted.org is one of my favorite sites. This friend does not know that. This friend was also not aware of the things I’ve been going through the week. The burying myself in work to numb the feelings. The silent soul-searching without feeling comfortable enough to share for fear people would care or understand. The tracing a line as to how I came to be me and wondering how I can become closer to the version of me I envision. The inability to let most people help me (note: if I let you help me than MAN do I feel a connection with you). Etc. Etc. The moment they emailed me this Ted lecture, they had no idea of any of this.

Serendipitous moments, moments when you get exactly what you need (even when you don’t want it) bring me closer to my faith that the universe is perpetually conspiring to build us up and teach us to become the most positive versions of ourselves… Step one: listen. Step two: practice. Step three: appreciate. I hope you enjoy and maybe even identify with Brene’s talk:

TED: Brene Brown, The Power of Vulnerability


Khan Academy

KhanAcademy.org is a nifty little not-for-profit education platform that provides brief 10-20 minute video lessons on various subjects–breaking down the maths and sciences particularly thoroughly thanks to the founders background. There are currently over 2,400 lessons available to watch and they are all taught by the sole instructor, Salman Khan. Sal attended MIT and Harvard and has a knack for illustrating concepts in clear, understandable manner. His site makes education easy and accessible for all ages. I had a 6 year old on it doing addition, passed it on to an SAT math tutor for a high school student who needed extra material, know a mom who uses it to brush up on banking and finances, and I, personally, like it to refresh myself and become a better teacher. Knowledge never hurts! Bill Gates has also taken a fancy to Khan Academy, so it will be fun to see how this platform develops and begins to revolutionize how we approach education.


Academic Exceptionalism

{repost from Zocalo Public Square}

Are American Kids As Coddled at School As They Are at Home?

by Amanda Ripley

Your kids are off from school by now, enjoying their summer, but in South Korea, students are still hard at work. The other day, I sat in on a public school class at a high school just outside of Seoul. It was an English class, and the kids were doing comedy sketches as part of their midterm exams. Two by two, they pulled out sunglasses, electric guitars and assorted other props and performed skits they had written in English.

The Korean school system is not famous for fun. But in that classroom at Jeong Bal High School on that day, great fun was had. The kids blushed, laughed and cheered. I saw scorned lovers, burned-out rock stars and, perhaps inevitably, a “Who farted?” skit, which was the audience favorite despite its questionable narrative arc.

In fact, the class could have been in America, a country renowned for its creativity – except for one critical difference. After all the students sat down, still tittering about their theatrical exploits, the teacher walked to the front of the room and read their names and grades aloud. It happened so fast and with so little ado that I almost didn’t notice. The kids listened to their scores, which ranged from mediocre to perfect, and then headed off to their next class.

I’ve spent the past few months traveling around the world visiting different schools and trying to figure out what we can learn from them back home. In Korean high schools, kids all know each other’s grades and class rank. High school tests are all graded on a curve. This competition goes too far, as anyone in Korea will tell you. But I am starting to suspect that American schools have the opposite problem.

Kids here are protected from competition and suffering, even in high school. In a 2010 survey sponsored by Intel, for example, 85 percent of the American teenagers interviewed said they were very or somewhat confident in their math and science abilities – despite our consistently unimpressive performance on the world stage in both subjects.

In a 2003 OECD test of 15-year-olds around the world, kids were asked whether they generally get good grades in math. Out of 41 countries and regions, guess which country scored highest? A blaring 72 percent of American kids reported that they get good grades in math, topping the world – even as our kids’ work ranked 24th on the actual math problems on the very same exam.

The kids who knew the most math on that test tended to come from countries where good grades were scarce. In Japan, only 28 percent of kids said they got good marks in math. In Korea, only 36 percent said so.

I returned home from Korea to discover Lori Gottlieb’s Atlantic cover story on how the cult of self-esteem parenting is handicapping our kids. Since the 1980s, indicators of self-esteem have gone up among U.S. middle-school, high-school and college students, she reported. But at the same time, rates of anxiety and depression have risen among these cohorts. As a psychotherapist, Gottlieb noticed this generational emptiness in many of her young patients – and began to see the connections in her life as a parent. Modern parents, she argues, bend over backwards to protect their kids from falling – and then wonder why they have such poor balance when they grow up.

This same culture of coddling extends to the classroom. Despite all our agonizing about over-testing our kids, the vast majority of standardized tests have zero consequences. We call them “high-stakes” tests, but they are only high-stakes for our schools and (in some places) our teachers. They are no-stakes for kids, who are likely to experience far more agonizing over real life’s setbacks on the football field than they do in the classroom.

In fact, in other parts of the world, from Korea to Finland to Poland, standardized tests are used very differently – primarily to motivate and sort students, not schools. Although upper-income American parents lament the pressure on their kids to get into a top university or get a high SAT score, that stress is child’s play compared to what other kids experience in the fastest-growing economies in the world. Relatively speaking, we wait until our kids grow up to let them discover (too late) that the world is a brutally competitive place.

Interestingly, American kids are clear-eyed about our country’s academic limitations overall. On that same 2010 Intel survey, even as a healthy majority of the American kids said they get high marks in math, 90 percent of them ranked other countries as better at math and science.

Lucky for them, American kids aren’t graded on a global curve. Indeed, they take math in a special class, quite apart from the rest of the world. This class is a rather dull and forgiving place, relatively speaking. American math classes offer less challenging content, as evidenced by multiple studies comparing curricula in different nations. They are often taught by teachers who know less math themselves than their counterparts in top-performing countries. And in this soft moon bounce of a classroom, most of our kids have little reason to doubt their own prowess.

Now, before I am accused of being just another ruthless Tiger Mother, I should be clear about what I am suggesting. I don’t want to emulate the Korean education system. The kids sit in school all day and then spend another four to nine hours studying in private tutoring academies or on their own. Even though Korean kids outperform most of the world in math, reading and science, they do so at an unreasonable cost. Korean kids tend to be miserable in high school, which partly explains their high teenage suicide rate.

But that doesn’t mean that we can’t learn from some of Korea’s successes, or from other kinder, gentler nations that still manage to foster more accountability in grading. Take Finland, where kids are not even allowed to receive grades until about age 11, yet good marks in math are far harder to come by than in the U.S. On the same 2003 OECD exam, 56 percent of Finns reported receiving good math grades (16 percentage points fewer than in the U.S.), even as the same Finnish kids ranked No. 1 in the world on the actual math portion of the test.

Our schools have a lot of problems, and many of them have nothing to do with our kids’ motivation. But the shortage of rigor and professionalism among too many American superintendents, principals and teachers trickles down to the students, where not enough is expected of our kids – for all kinds of reasons.

At this moment in history, America is engaged in a divisive, painful fight to finally improve its schools at scale. To remain competitive in a fast-changing world, we are demanding more from our teachers than we ever have before. We should do the same from our kids – even if it makes them (and us) uncomfortable.

Amanda Ripley is a Bernard L. Schwartz fellow at the New America Foundation. Her forthcoming book,The Smart Kids Club: How other Countries Saved Their Schools (And Taught Their Kids to Think), will be published by Simon & Schuster in 2012.

*Photo courtesy of sansreproache.


Read: I am Nujood, Age 10 and Divorced

“….a girl of nine married to a Saudi man died three days after her wedding. Instead of demanding an investigation of this scandalous situation, her parents hastened to apologize to the husband, as if trying to make amends for defective merchandise, and even offered him, in exchange, the dead child’s seven-year-old sister.”

“There is even a tribal proverb that says, ‘To guarantee a happy marriage, marry a nine-year-old girl.’”

I am Nujood, Age 10 Divorced is the true story of a young Yemeni girl who is married off by her family to a man over three times her age. Nujood’s is a remarkable story in that she is a fighter. In a strict, tribal and Muslim society this young girl let go of all cultural pressures and norms and stood up for herself, for justice. She went from child bride to abused wife to divorcee to women’s right activist to internationally acclaimed Glamour Women of the Year (with the likes of Hilary Clinton, Condoleeza Rice and Nicole Kidman). All by the third grade.

After the divorce, Nujood chose to live again with her family in Yemen and attend school in hopes of becoming a lawyer like the one that helped her win her case. While she was granted a divorce, rejoined her family and went back to school, things remain challenging. It has taken time for her family, especially the men to accept her. She supports them with her book royalties, so that’s likely why her brothers now treat her well. Her community was frustrated with the international spotlight. Some saw this as showing Yemen in a negative light rather than the progressive victory I view it to be. “Nujood’s rebellion, honorable in our eyes, is moreover considered by conservatives as an outrageous affront, punishable, according to extremists, by a murderous ‘honor crime’.” 

Still, her story and book have been the inspiration for other young women…children really…to step forward and demand divorce. The book has been translated into 18 different languages. It has broken down a wall within Yemen and across the Middle East revealing child brides, abuse, rape.. young girls being striped of a voice before they even have a chance to develop their own.

 “Nujood’s divorce kicked down a closed door. … A recent study revealed that more than half the girls in Yemen get married before the age of eighteen.”

To attend school and have a choice will result in girls changing the fabric of their culture. Providing young women education and a chance to live and grow is not only about human rights and morality, it has a profound impact on the world. Does it take some time and foresight? Of course. But doesn’t anything that is worthwhile?

See TheGirlEffect.

In Nicolas Kristof’s Op-Ed Divorce Before Puberty he concluded: “The United States last month announced $150 million in military assistance for Yemen to fight extremists. In contrast, it costs just $50 to send a girl to public school for a year — and little girls like Nujood may prove more effective than missiles at defeating terrorists.” The more I read about cultural and social issues surrounding gender…the more I see where energy, at least my energy, should be focused. Nujood is the inspiration needed within a culture. Little, strong, determined girls like her are the foundation of a more peaceful world.

“Nujood’s story carries a message of hope. In this country of  the Arabian Peninsula, where the marriage of little girls draws on traditions that until now have seemed unshakable, her unbelievable act of bravery has encouraged other small voices to speak out against their husbands. After Nujood’s day in court, two other girls—Arwa, nine years old, and Rym, twelve—also undertook the legal struggle to break their barbaric bonds of matrimony. In neighboring Saudi Arabia, one year after Nujood’s historic court case, an eight-year-old Saudi girl married off by her father to a man in his fifties successfully sued for divorce—the first time such a time has happened in that ultraconservative country.”


A Professor’s Lesson 30 Years Ago

{repost from DailyGood and HelpOthers.org}

 

A Professor’s Lesson 30 Years Ago

–posted by amosjwaner on Jul 14, 2008

One winter semester during college in upstate New York., I took an 8 AM history class to fulfill a requirement.  It was hard to get up for that class, but about 15 of us met 3 times a week to brave the cold winds and trudge to that lecture in a nondescript classroom.

The professor for the class was an odd fellow.  He had flaming red hair, usually looking slept on, and wore galoshes with one pantleg in and one out.  He would creep shyly into the room wearing his hooded winter coat , once not even removing the hood during the lecture.  He was terribly ill at ease with the class and clutched the lecturn barely looking up at all through his gold rimmed glasses at his students. 

I felt that I needed to do something to stem the boredom that woud ensue in his lecture, so I created a little game for myself.  I would vow to find something in his lecture to ask him an intelligent question about, forcing me to pay attention rather than letting my eyes close.  The first time I raised my hand, you could tell he was suprised and a little reluctant to find out what I wanted.  But he was obviously pleased to have a question to answer.  In fact, his answers were always interesting. 

I continued to do this every day of the course and found myself actually enjoying the material.  The professor seemed to become a bit more relaxed and some of the other students even joined in from time to time.  My little game had saved me from being bored, as it was designed to do.  And, I learned quite a bit about ancient world history in the bargain. The professor obviously knew his material, but had a hard time passing it on to undergraduates in an interesting way.  For all of his odd appearance, he was indeed quite an expert in his field.

But the real lesson I was to learn had yet to happen.  On the last day of class we gathered our books and headed out the door for the last time.  The shy, red-haired professor stepped directly in front of me, with obvious effort,  as I reached the door and put out his hand.  He said, “I want to thank you for making this class so interesting,” as he shook my hand vigorously and smiled for the first time.   I was so suprised.  To me, it had been a pleasant way to pass the time in an elective.  I had no idea that all of my question asking had any effect on him or the others at all.  

That moment has stayed with me for 30 years.  Each of us, through the things we say and do, the kindnesses we can freely offer, can have a profound effect not just on our own experiences, but those of others.  I don’t recall the facts I learned in his class, but I’ll never forget the professor who taught me a lesson about the power of acts of kindness, intended or not.


Read: The Bookseller of Kabul

My long-running interest in Afghanistan led me to this vingette of the life of a family in Kabul. Norwegian journalist Åsne Seierstad moved to Afghanistan disguised in a burka just after September 11th. She ended up living with a Bookseller and his entire family, providing a rare glimpse into the lives people and families lead in the capital city. While Seierstad shares stories and experiences of each family member, she primarily focuses on the female experience. The Bookseller of Kabul goes beyond the historically, politically and militarily centric work on Afghanistan to present a picture of what life being lived on the ground is actually like.

Side note: This is the type of work policy-makers should be doing. Getting to know the people. The pulse of a culture and country. If more people were to look at it this way, US policy would be much more effective. Rather than spending trillions on defense and private contractors we could use those funds to see real change. It all starts with telling the right story…

[On The Taliban & Islam]

“When the Taliban arrived, all faces disappeared from Kabul’s streets.”

“Pakistan was the only country, besides Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, to officially recognize the Taliban regime.”

“Taliban are not in conflict with our culture. They respect the Koran, the Prophet, and our tradition. I would never have printed anything that went against Islam.”

“[under the Taliban] Life had lost its color.”

“September 1996 The Taliban rolled into Kabul, sixteen decrees were broadcast on Radio Sharia. A new era had begun. Prohibition against:

  1. Female exposure
  2. Music
  3. Shaving
  4. Mandatory Prayer
  5. The rearing of pigeons and bird fighting
  6. Eradication of narcotics and the uses thereof
  7. Kite flying
  8. Reproduction of pictures
  9. Gambling
  10. British and American hairstyles
  11. Interest on loans, exchange charges and charges on transactions
  12. The washing of clothes by river embankments
  13. Music and dancing at weddings
  14. Playing drums
  15. Tailors sewing women’s clothes or taking measurements of women
  16. Witchcraft”

“Women, you must not leave you homes. If you do you must not be like those women who wore fashionable clothes and makeup and exposed themselves to every man, before Islam.”

“Islam is a religion of deliverance and it decides that a certain dignity belongs to women. Women must not make it possible to attract the attention of evil people who look lustfully upon them.  A woman’s responsibility is to bring up a daughter and her family together and attend to food and clothes. If women need to leave the house, they must cover themselves up according to the laws of Sharia. If women dress fashionably, wear ornamented, tight, seductive clothes to show off, they will be damned by Islam Sharia and can never expect to go to heaven. They will be threatened, investigated, and severely punished by the religious police, as will the head of the family. The religious police have a duty and responsibility to combat these social problems and will continue their efforts until this evil is uprooted. Allahu akhbar—God is great.”

“[when wearing a Burka] The whole head must turn; another trick by the burka inventor: a man must know what his wife is looking at.”

“The Taliban forbade shoes with solid heels; the sound of women walking could distract men. But times have changed and if it were possible to click-clack in the mud, the whole bazaar would resound with an arousing cacophony of click-clack. Now and again one catch a glimpse of painted toenails under the burka, yet another little sign of freedom.”

“She [Suhaila Seddiq] was one of the very few omen under the Taliban who refused to wear the burka. In her own words: ‘When the religious police came with the canes and raised their arms to hit me, I raise mine to hit them back. Then they lowered their arms and let me go.’”

[On Women]

“The same thing was continually provoking me: the manner in which men treated women. The belief in man’ superiority was so ingrained that it was seldom questioned.”

“I imagine they regarded me as some sort of ‘bi-gendered’ creature. Had I been a man I could never have been able to live so close to the women of the household, without gossip circulating. At the same time there was no obstacle to my being a woman, in a man’s world”

“Poet Ferdusi said: “To succeed you must sometimes be a wolf and sometimes a lamb.”

“Height and fair skin are the most important Afghan status symbols.”

“The burka had been used for centuries, but not by large numbers of the population. It was reintroduced during the reign of Habibullah, from 1901 to 1919. He decreed that two hundred women in his harem should wear them so as not to entice other men with their pretty faces when they were outside the palace doors. …The burka become a garment of the upper class, shielding women from the eyes of the masses. As the use of the burka started among the upper class, they were the first to throw it off. The garment was now a status symbol among the poor, and many maids and servant girls took over the silk burkas of their employers.”

“One woman wipes her mouth; it is time to think of supper.”

“Jamila committed a serious crime, but more from ignorance than a wicked heart. She did not deserve to die. But Allah rules. However, one thing bothers her: the two days of family council when Jamila’s mother, her own mother agreed to kill her. She, the mother, it was, who in the end dispatched her three sons to kill the daughter. The brothers entered the room together. Together they put a pillow over her face; together they pushed it down, harder, harder until life was extinguished. Then they returned to the mother.”

“In Afghanistan a woman’s longing for love is taboo. … Young people have no right to meet, to love or to choose. Love has little to do with romance; on the contrary, love can be interpreted as committing a serious crime, punishable by death.”

“But in song and poem women have testified about their lives. … They protest with suicide and song.” … “One woman asks God to make her a stone in the next life, rather than a woman. None of the poems are about hope – on the contrary, hopelessness reigns.”

“Left alone, the women display a fierce, almost frightening power.”

“They are in one of the most lawless parts of the world, and they are bored.”

[On L-O-V-E & Marriage]

“Although it is not unusual for a man to take a second wife, and sometimes even a third, nevertheless, it is humiliating.”

“It’s a good sign when the bride is unwilling. That indicates a pure heart.”

“It’s a disgrace to be in love with a man one cannot have.”

“‘Imagine, when we’re married, and you’ve made my supper when I come home. You’ll always be there, waiting for me,’ Wakil dreams on ‘I’ll never be alone again.’”

“A bride must look artificial, like a doll. The word for doll and bride are the same—arus.”

“For the first time in her life someone is demanding an answer from her. He wants to know what she feels, what she thinks. But she feels nothing; she is not used to feeling anything. And she tells herself that she feels noting because she knows she must feel nothing. Feelings are a disgraces, Leila has been taught.”

“A wedding is like a small death.”

[On Afghanistan]

“First the Communists burnt my books, then the Mujahedeen looted and pillaged, finally the Taliban burnt them all over again.”

“About one quarter of Afghans are Tajiks.”

“Paradoxically, Kabul is one of the sunniest towns in the world. The sun shines nearly every day of the year, 6,000 feet above sea level.”

“Khost is a town without women, at least on the surface …They lead life locked in their backyard; they never go out, shop, or even visit. The law of purdah reigns, the total segregation of men and women.”

“In parts of Afghanistan, especially on the southeastern part of the country, homosexuality is widespread and tacitly accepted. Many commanders have young male lovers, and one often sees old men followed by a bunch of young boys. The boys adorn themselves with flowers in their hair, behind the ear, or in a buttonhole. This behavior is often explained by the strict purdah practiced in the southern and eastern parts of the country. It is not rare to see a goggle of mincing, swaying boy. They remind one of transvestites in the West. They stare, flirt, and wiggle their hips and shoulders.  The commanders do not live as homosexuals only; the majority of them have wives and a large brood of children. But they are rarely home and life is lived among men. Often major jealous drama develop around the young men….”

“Do you know who that is?” he asks. They [Afghani men] shake their heads. “That is Osama bin Laden.”

[On Education]

“Books printed by the Mujahedeen government and the Taliban are useless. This is how first-year schoolchildren learn the alphabet: ‘I is for Israel, our enemy; J is for Jihad, our aim in life; K is for Kalashnikov, we will overcome; …M is for Mujahedeen, our heroes;  …T is for Taliban… “

“War was the central theme in the math books too. Schoolboys—because the Taliban printed books only for boys—did not calculate in apples and cakes, but in bullets and Kalashnikovs, something like this: ‘Little Omar has a Kalashnikov with three magazines. There are twenty bullets in each magazine. He uses two-thirds of the bullets and kills sixty infidels. How many infidels does he kill with each bullet?”  ….  “Books from the Communist period cannot be used either. Their arithmetic problems deal with land distribution and egalitarian ideal. Red banner and happy collective farmer would guide children toward Communism.”

[Misc.]

“Rumi says: ‘The Ego is a veil between humans and God’.”

“In prayer all are equal.”


Brainwashed: 7 Ways to Reinvent Yourself


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