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I believe I was admitted into my Masters Program because of racial preferences and I was the only black woman in my cohort so you know they needed that stat. My GPA was a 3.2 while the rest of my non black classmates were all around 3.6 and above....

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In the past few weeks, many Arabs and Muslims have discovered that I am not heterosexual. Since then, they have weaponized my sexuality against me. Words like "gay" and "faggot" are hurled at me every day now. So let me get this straight. I am gay, and I am not ashamed of who I am. I was ashamed of myself in Yemen; for twenty years, I was taught to hate myself. As a child, I learned in school from my Islamic Studies teachers that I should be killed for something I never chose. Every night, I prayed to God, asking Him to cure me from the gay ”phase”, to make me "normal" so that I could go to Heaven as a good Muslim. My culture and my people convinced me that my very existence was a sin, that I was sick, and that the only cure for this supposed sickness was the death penalty. And honestly, I stand with Jews today, not as an act of defiance against my culture, as some believe. But because, as a gay man, I know what it feels like to be hated and loathed for something that I did not choose. Gay never occupied a Muslim country, yet we face death penalties in 13 Muslim countries and jail in 43 Muslim countries – simply for being gay. I stand against this. It’s called self-preservation. I am not ashamed of my sexuality. I am ashamed of my culture that seeks my blood because of something I did not choose. So, go ahead, call me gay, a faggot, a murtad, a kaffer. I no longer fear your words or knives. And most certainly, I am not afraid of the "Hell" that you keep speaking of. I lived through hell under Sharia for 20 years, where I was forced to conceal my identity so that I wouldn’t get killed. For simply exiting. For being different. I am privileged enough to say that I no longer fear you and that I no longer live under Sharia anymore. But I do fear for my gay brothers and sisters who still live among you and must endure a life of fear, denial, and taught self-hatred. Who are told in schools and mosques that they are sins and that they should be killed. I fear for their lives and I aim to be a voice for them. Because when I grew up in Yemen, I did not see a single person speak up for my rights and my right to existence. I wanna be the person that I wish 14-year-old me watched on the internet after coming back home from Islamic Studies classes, where my teachers taught me to be fearful of God and to believe that I should either conceal my identity or be killed.
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In the past few weeks, many Arabs and Muslims have discovered that I am not heterosexual. Since then, they have weaponized my sexuality against me. Words like "gay" and "faggot" are hurled at me every day now. So let me get this straight. I am gay, and I am not ashamed of who I am. I was ashamed of myself in Yemen; for twenty years, I was taught to hate myself. As a child, I learned in school from my Islamic Studies teachers that I should be killed for something I never chose. Every night, I prayed to God, asking Him to cure me from the gay ”phase”, to make me "normal" so that I could go to Heaven as a good Muslim. My culture and my people convinced me that my very existence was a sin, that I was sick, and that the only cure for this supposed sickness was the death penalty. And honestly, I stand with Jews today, not as an act of defiance against my culture, as some believe. But because, as a gay man, I know what it feels like to be hated and loathed for something that I did not choose. Gay never occupied a Muslim country, yet we face death penalties in 13 Muslim countries and jail in 43 Muslim countries – simply for being gay. I stand against this. It’s called self-preservation. I am not ashamed of my sexuality. I am ashamed of my culture that seeks my blood because of something I did not choose. So, go ahead, call me gay, a faggot, a murtad, a kaffer. I no longer fear your words or knives. And most certainly, I am not afraid of the "Hell" that you keep speaking of. I lived through hell under Sharia for 20 years, where I was forced to conceal my identity so that I wouldn’t get killed. For simply exiting. For being different. I am privileged enough to say that I no longer fear you and that I no longer live under Sharia anymore. But I do fear for my gay brothers and sisters who still live among you and must endure a life of fear, denial, and taught self-hatred. Who are told in schools and mosques that they are sins and that they should be killed. I fear for their lives and I aim to be a voice for them. Because when I grew up in Yemen, I did not see a single person speak up for my rights and my right to existence. I wanna be the person that I wish 14-year-old me watched on the internet after coming back home from Islamic Studies classes, where my teachers taught me to be fearful of God and to believe that I should either conceal my identity or be killed.

Luai Ahmed

2,242,357 просмотров • 2 лет назад

A player at a casino was accused of being too good and kept winning, they forced him to return all of his chips and cashed him out and told him to leave, there were whispers that they thought he was card counting. I never been to any place where they forced you to do a return and sent you on your way. But I have heard of retail places doing that. When the customer tries to argue at the register they are like you know what, here take your money back and leave. Back when the PS5 came out I was desperate to get one for my kid too, I was searching online for those obscure local stores that had them. I found one in Rochester, NY. I placed the order and got a confirmation and a notification from my bank saying an amount was taken out by them. So I figured they had it and it was fine. A week later after I didn’t get it, I called and he said yes he still had it but he’s been busy and will ship it out asap. I was like ok cool, so another week went by and I called him again and asked what the hold up was. This time around the guy was quite nasty and told me I needed to be patient because he was dealing with some stuff. He then said “you are acting like you don’t want it!” Which was weird because if I didn’t want it I wouldn’t be checking on why I didn’t get it yet. Next day I wake up to a notification from my bank saying the amount taken was credited back to my account and it showed the retailers name. He cancelled my order and refunded my money. So I called again and he said I was harassing him and he rather not sell to people like me. At that point I was furious but what could I do. I was thinking maybe he didn’t have it all along, maybe he only listed it as a means of bringing attention to his store in hopes people browse and buy other items too. Either way the idea of a place of business saying they don’t want my business and giving me my money back and refusing service is ridiculous to me.

SonnyBoy🇺🇸

768,022 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

Nobody can ever say I was handed anything in my life! People are calling me the Cinderella of professional wrestling, but here’s the truth. Here’s parts of my Cinderella story…. I didnt grow up in a family of wrestlers. My family did not understand wrestling and called it trash. I myself was called trash when I became a wrestler. So if I was going to make this happen, I have to do this alone. With that being said Wrestling schools are expensive. So I took whatever job I could find which happened to be night shift positions at Wal-mart. I was in LA so I could go to KNOKX PRO ENT. under life There I slept out of my vehicle in the day time without air conditioning! everyday for a full year. Just so I could train, just so I could become a wrestler!! Training was so important to me. I didn’t want to be a Mountain Dew drinking Mark in tights? I wanted to be a professional athlete a professional actor, entertainer, a professional wrestler! But this is God’s plan not mine. During one of my matches I end up suffering an accident that put me in a wheelchair. I had to leave California and all my dreams were put on a shelf just so I could heal. I mean, wrestlers get hurt it happens. It’s all about how you get back up and what you do with yourself. Right? Well seven years passed 15 different doctors were seen, four surgeries were performed and not a single soul knew how to save my life. I was frustrated. I was losing my 20s. My whole entire life was slipping away and I was just existing in a wheelchair in agonizing pain. I had no relief. No hope! The pain had spread from my original injury to full body!! doctors didn’t know what to do. They didn’t understand my pain nor could they explain to me what was happening! I was terrified. If a doctor can’t save me, then who could?! It was a dark time, The only thing that kept me alive during my wheelchair days was the idea of fulfilling my wrestling career. I know it sounds cliché but wrestling as much as it killed me wrestling has saved me. With the medical community abandoning me I brought it upon myself to go to a planet fitness every single day and relearn how to walk again! That’s right! I didn’t have nurses holding my arms up as I taught myself how to walk again! I didn’t have a rehab facility. I didn’t have pain pills. I was raw dogging this as I was forced to do my rehab in a public f’n gym?! Well after a year of hard work, I was in a planet fitness every single day for 10 hours, forcing my body to walk, willing it to stand for long periods of time and I did it!! I fought through this mysterious pain, relearn how to stand and walk, & I also lost over 100lbs! After these accomplishments I went to one last doctor to tell them my story. My final doctor after all of this hard work. She reviewed everything & gave me the bad news. My body was not battling a little wrestling injury. It actually activated a rare disease! It’s not just any diseases, but it’s the most painful pain known to mankind! My dr with tears in her eyes asked me how I survived this long?! & that I was so brave! She was shock I haven’t touched any pain pills nor any other treatments. It was just me, and my will to survive! She then told me that I’m a medical one in 1 million! “You’re very much lucky to still be here with us kid! This sickness is nicknamed the suicide disease! Also I’m so sorry, but there is no cure!” I have filmed my journey from the beginning. Being homeless, helping bleach out the mats, scrubbing toilets, going days without food. I did it all to become a professional wrestler. Just to be rob of my career! and then to be giving this horrible sickness for the rest of my life? With all of my suffering, going years undiagnosed, fighting back, and now getting my body to a point that it can take a bump in a ring?! For the past year I have spread awareness to my rare disease! Not only this but I have sparked hope in others that are sick! I’m the first of my kind, but I won’t be the last!

Paige Collett

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🚨 JUST IN: Rep. Wesley Hunt OBLITERATES leftists who keep saying black people need to be treated differently, as if they can't earn anything He NAILED IT. "I am a living breathing product of that dream. And so is Clarence Thomas!" "I don't want ANYTHING given to me because of the way I look because of the color of my skin." "I'm a follower of Christ. I am a veteran. I'm a West Point grad. I am an Apache pilot. I'm a United States congressman for a white majority district and yes, I am black and I am proud." "But first and foremost, I am an AMERICAN and our laws should reflect that and right now, the left is trying to hammer us because they're saying that there is not going to be any black people that's going to represent the Republican Party in Congress next year!" "But what they also fail to realize is that 3 of the 4 ran or are running for higher office and one is retiring." "And what I don't want to do is put the burden in our laws to ensure that we have an outcome of X amount black people or this and that because of the way someone looks!" "I want the people of every single district that gets drawn in America to choose the best person." "Last time I ran, I had about 10 people that were in my Republican primary and none of them were white and I was the only black guy. And of course, I won without a runoff last time I ran for Congress. And why is that? Because people are choosing the best candidate." "As someone like me who is a direct descendant of a slave who is living the American dream — because the people are NOT judging me based on the color of my skin. By the content of my character is exactly what our laws should reflect!" Wesley Hunt Kayleigh McEnany Saturday in America

Eric Daugherty

83,834 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад

It was two years ago today that two armed federal agents showed up to my home. We knew they chose that day, June 23, 2023, for a specific reason. It was one of the most important days of my life - my graduation from surgical training. Because of all the sacrifice that comes from surgical training, these are one of those moments you never forget. A few hours before the ceremony (so a few hours before this video was filmed) armed agents were at my door. My wife, Andrea, and I knew they chose that day because of what it represented. They were using the value of my accomplishments as the means to extort my compliance with their corrupt investigation. They were holding my entire future hostage and hoping I would be overwhelmed by fear. But that's not what happened. After the agents left, for those first few moments we were terrified but then something changed. We were angry, righteously indignant, hopelessly defiant. The political insanity over the preceding years had taken away so much from us - our country as we knew it, our hopes for the future, the friends we cared about, and so much else. They came to my home that day to take more. But that was the day we decided we weren't going to let them take away anything else. The line in the sand had been drawn. Instead of hiding in fear, Andrea and I opened a few bottles of champaign, sat on our patio, played Vietnam war music, and chain smoked a whole pack of cigarettes (both of us are nonsmokers but it seemed like the right thing to do in the moment). We went to my graduation that night and celebrated everything we accomplished. Today was the first time I saw my graduation video and the speech one of my attendings gave about me. It's overwhelming to think back to that night and to listen to those words. I remember standing on that stage that night and thinking to myself that all of the reasons he gave for why I was a good surgeon were the same reasons federal agents were at my door a few hours before. I was being targeted not because I had done something wrong but because I upheld the principles of my profession. They thought they would destroy me, have me renounce what I knew to be good and true, and turn me to dust. But as we all know now, a totally different story played out. And for the people who were responsible for this treacherous corruption, the story is only just beginning.

Eithan Haim MD

48,101 просмотров • 1 год назад

I was on my mission when President Holland gave his “Safety for the Soul” talk about the Book of Mormon. I remember feeling the fire, but that’s not the talk that had the most impact on my life. While I was a missionary, I discovered a talk he gave called “Within the Clasp of Your Arms.” He wasn’t an apostle at the time. I loved it, but it took many years for me to finally understand it. Most of my childhood was spent growing up with an absent father—visiting him in prison, seeing him get arrested, watching him live as a homeless alcoholic and drug addict, hearing him fight with my mom, or once even threatening to kick us out in the middle of the night. I have some good memories of him, but not many. Then I became a dad. At the time, I was serving as stake clerk and preparing for a stake priesthood meeting. Something reminded me of this talk (I assume it was the Spirit), and I decided to listen to it again. The talk finally hit me like a ton of bricks. The Spirit gave me, I think, the strongest and most loving rebukes I’ve ever received in my life. I was crying on my way to the meeting. I was crying during the meeting. I was crying while listening to my stake president speak—which, ironically, was about being good, loving fathers. I was crying after the meeting. Afterward, we (the stake presidency) met quickly to discuss the meeting, and my stake president, who had noticed all my crying, asked me to give the opening prayer. I never got to meet him, but this experience made me feel closer to him. I’m not a perfect father, and I wasn’t a bad father then. I just had some things I seriously needed to work on. I’ve tried my hardest to live by what I learned that day. I repent when I fail to meet that expectation. I love President Holland. I’m going to miss him.

Brother Cheerio

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