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The Orthodox Hit Squad

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Under Jewish law, a woman who wants out of her marriage can’t just call 1-800-DIVORCE. The man has to initiate. And sometimes he needs a little… persuasion. Maybe a visit from henchmen with cattle prods. Or the old Taser-to-the-balls trick. After a few hours of this kind of torture, the stubborn husband will sign pretty much anything. One powerful rabbi (yes, a rabbi!) has allegedly employed this system for decades, operating with total impunity — until now.

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sweatrer:

ur insecure ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
i kno what for ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
ur a bitch ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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idioticteen:

listening to your favorite band with your friend

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niallimlegal:

*white person voice* so like are you…what like… cultur—like…what ethnic—like…what type of like—what are…where are you from?

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my dear, who told you your skin wasn’t beautiful. you are the color of the earth and flowers can only grow in deep rich soil.

Yashomati maiyya se bole Nandlala, Radha kyun gori, main kyun kala

D. Kaur

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middleeasternpoetry:

The Earth is closing on us pushing us through the last passage and we tear off our limbs to pass through. The Earth is squeezing us. I wish we were its wheat so we could die and live again. I wish the Earth was our mother so she’d be kind to us. Where should we go after the last frontiers? Where should the birds fly after the last sky? Where should the plants sleep after the last breath of air? We will write our names with scarlet steam. We will cut off the hand of the song to be finished by our flesh. We will die here, here in the last passage. Here and here, our blood will plant its olive tree. - Mahmoud Darwish

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