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Keffiyeh
Iraqi man photographed in 2003 wearing keffiyeh. The keffiyeh or kufiya (Arabic: كوفية kūfiyyah, meaning "from the city of Kufa" (الكوفه); plural كوفيات kūfiyyāt), also known as a ghutrah (غُترَة), shemagh (شماغ), ḥaṭṭah (حَطّة), mashadah (مَشَدة), chafiye (Persian: چَفیِه) or cemedanî (Kurdish: جه مه داني), is a traditional Middle Eastern headdress fashioned from a square scarf, usually made of cotton. It is typically worn by Arabs and also some Kurds. It is commonly found in arid regions as it provides protection from sunburn, dust and sand. Its distinctive standard woven checkered pattern may have originated in an ancient Mesopotamian representation of either fishing nets or ears of grain,[1] but the true origin of the pattern remains unknown. The keffiyeh has been worn by Arabs residing in regions in North Africa, Arabia, Jordan and Iraq for over a century. Varieties and variations[edit] The keffiyeh, especially the all-white keffiyeh, is also known as the ghutrah. Ordinary keffiyeh
The Egg
Author's Note: The Egg is also available in the following languages: The Egg By: Andy Weir You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup,” I said. “I… I died?” “Yup. You looked around. “More or less,” I said. “Are you god?” “Yup,” I replied. “My kids… my wife,” you said. “What about them?” “Will they be all right?” “That’s what I like to see,” I said. You looked at me with fascination. “Don’t worry,” I said. “Oh,” you said. “Neither,” I said. “Ah,” you said. “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. You followed along as we strode through the void. “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “So what’s the point, then?” “Not so!” I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. “Oh lots. “Wait, what?” “Sure. “Just me?
Purple, Pink, and The Colors of Silence | Toxic Waste Cloud
I am so sick of how fashionable it is to "support" a cause by showing or wearing colors. The people who participate in this are no doubt under the assumption they are doing good - but the message it is really sending is concerning. I see these acts as a way to fit in - more than a way to help out. During the month of October we are bombarded by PINK - pink is everything in October because it is the color that shows the world you support Breast Cancer. You know how to really support breast cancer though? How about purple, you ask? I guess what I want to say is if you want to really support something you can't just wear a color.
A Remindr - How many hipsters does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
The 100 Most Influential Books Ever Written (book)
The 100 Most Influential Books Ever Written: The History of Thought from Ancient Times to Today (1998) is a book of intellectual history written by Martin Seymour-Smith, a British poet, critic, and biographer.[1] The list includes the books such as Upanishads, Hebrew Bible, I Ching, Kabbalah, Candide and The World as Will and Idea. See also[edit] References[edit] Jump up ^ Seymour-Smith, Martin (1998).
Pokeweird: ShitRed | Creepy | The Colligere
Hey guys, school started, been busy and tired, surfing the net for funsies (as said by my astronomy prof), not that you care. Someone JUST posted this on /tr/, I liked it. Enjoy. About a month ago, I bought a second Pokémon Red cartridge off eBay so I could start a new game and screw around without messing up my save file. Seacrest out.
Miracle baby declared dead by doctors brought back to life by mum's cuddles - ParentDish - UK
It was a final chance to say goodbye for grieving mother Kate Ogg after doctors gave up hope of saving her premature baby. Not wanting to let him go, she tearfully cuddled her lifeless son - born at 27 weeks weighing 2lb. Although little Jamie's twin sister Emily had been delivered successfully, doctors had given Mrs Ogg the news all mothers dread - that after 20 minutes of battling to get her son to breathe, they had declared him dead. Mrs Ogg unwrapped the baby from his blanket and held him against her skin. After two hours of being hugged, touched and spoken to by his mother, the little boy began showing signs of life. At first, it was just a gasp for air that was dismissed by doctors as a reflex action. But then the startled mother fed him a little breast milk on her finger and he started breathing normally. 'I thought, "Oh my God, what's going on",' said Mrs Ogg. 'A short time later he opened his eyes. 'He opened his eyes and moved his head from side to side. Triumph over tragedy Share
