So, I’ve gone and put some designs on Society6.
Check it out, if you’re so inclined. There’s a “Palestine” design too, for those interested. Any profit from it will be donated, insha’Allah.
All monsters are human.
the boy will not go to prison this time. the boy stabbed a man and we found out because it was in the newspaper. i see the text he sent. he was so proud of himself. he was glad that they found no evidence. ‘i’m the man’, he wrote.
the boy nearly dies from an infection and when we all visit him in hospital, he is sitting up with his arms held upwards. he is praying. he is telling us all that we need to get wudhu because it is prayer time. his friends fill the waiting areas. they have brought cake. they are all smiling.
the boy chucks an egg at a girl’s head but misses. he calls her a clown. he says that no girl in this town should have that much makeup on. he becomes a town hero. he likes putting girls in their place.
the boy slaps his sister and leaves the room. he saw her talking to a boy. when she screams after him that the boy was their relative, he thinks about slapping her again but continues down the stairs.
the boy asks about me over the phone. he asks, ‘is she behaving?’ and my uncle answers that i am.
the boy is so loved by everyone for the way he keeps girls in line. an uncle says, ‘if he was here, he would beat you up if you did anything.’ i imagine the boy standing over me. i imagine the blood. i imagine my uncle’s mouth and how he would think i deserved it.
the boy is offered any of us girls on a plate. an aunt takes him into a room and asks, ‘you’re such a good boy. choose any girl you want’ and then she lists all of our names. we are listening by the door. we are praying that he chooses nobody. we are already sure of what kind of husband he would be. we do not want the bruises.
the boy is encouraged by the uncles. they all assure him that a girl needs to be respectful. i look an uncle in the eye and i ask, ‘do i mean nothing?’ and when he says, ‘i have people everywhere you go. look over your shoulder’ i stop picking up his calls. i stop remembering how he lived with us for three years. i forget how he was like a second father. i forget how we all waited for him to come back.’i love you darling,’ he says.
i keep looking over my shoulder now just in case i am being followed. i keep checking my face in the mirror before i leave. i am scared my uncle will catch me in town with makeup. he says, ‘red lipstick. are you a prostitute?’
i am hiding my face wherever i go. i apologise so much my mouth starts to ache.
The fog caused the fireworks to change the sky color
wasn’t this the episode where he dressed up as a woman on a bet because he thought women were overreacting?
This show was progressive beyond it’s years
I got half way through the photoset before I remembered this is the one with Shaun in drag
I FORGOT THAT THIS WAS SHAUN