"I saw my sitto and the rest of my dad's family every year for egyptian holidays, we alo saw them for a bit while traveling to my mom's side of the family for their holiday's, Cairo was easier to catch a plane to than Jerusalem apparently" she explained.
while opening the menu she was given, it looked handmade from the handwritten descriptions of the food which were sorted by country to the colorful little drawings of the food next to the description.
"My teta my mothers mother and she didn't do as much cooking do to her arthritis, instead she would mostly sit in the living room with me and my aunties folding laundry" dina let out a stifled giggle
"she made me and my brother learn how to do laundry, make tea and hold our baby cousins properly 'how are we conna be good future husbands if you can't even do that' she'd always said smiling.
it felt soo nice to talk about her family without being guilty about running away. That way of thinking did dare tarnish these memories tonight "mama wasn't impressed with how much much Daniel and I burnt our hands tryna pour one cup of tea for teta every Christmas and Ramadan"
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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.
"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.
As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."
He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."
Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."
He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"
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Dina grinned and got into her seat then she put on her seat belt on, "well Peter did say something about trauma tasting better paired with barbecue, but I'm not taking advice from a grown man who lives off twinkle and stolen french fries.... not that the twinkle aren't stolen" she shrugged as erik closed the door.
"Your idea sounds a lot better" she said with a chuckle at the end,"what's it called?" She asked wondering if she might have seen it while Jubilee dragged her along with the others for shopping. Then Erik got in the driver's seat and started driving.
"I didn't even know that they had restaurants with food from the middle east.. mama usually said restaurants didn't care for our food so I.... I guess she was wrong" dina said looking at Erik.
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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.
"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.
As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."
He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."
Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."
He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"
This was published in 2012.
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I feel that people in recent times have ruined an entire generation. There are literally sick people who are writing as if they were sick with the topic of incest and all its derivatives, as if it were a damn new game that came out on the market.
If I'm honest, I'm afraid that these people have a little brother or sister because of the content they consume. Because if these people have siblings, imagine if they rape their younger sister or brother or abuse them. Let me ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me: if that is their fetish, do you think they wouldn't do it if they didn't have the opportunity? Do you really think that readers and writers only read and write for pleasure or because they know they can't take advantage of someone because they know there are consequences for their actions, and they decide to bring out all those types of fantasies in "fictional characters"?
As the younger sister of two brothers, it doesn't fit into my head to read something like that, because I know what it's like to have siblings, take care of them, and love them. I can't put myself in those people's shoes because I don't understand them; I don't understand their sick fetishes or how they enjoy them.
I just wanted to get everything off my chest because I couldn't take it anymore with everything that's going around on Tumblr. It feels like you're on a page full of pedophiles and incestuous people. Seriously, it's disgusting. And even though you haven't read any of that content, it's disgusting, and no, you can't forget it because you know it's going around on the internet- and you saw it, you know it's there, and you can't do anything about it or even forget it.
You may think I'm exaggerating but in the part of the world where I live there are homicides and abuses against women. You literally see every day on the damn news how a woman or girl was abused or disappeared... Do you know what I saw the other day? a case in which a three-year-old girl was abused by her older brother and cousin.
and then you start thinking about the sick people who genuinely enjoy that damn content. maybe if those people lived the same fear that I and the other women in my country suffer when we go out on the street or meet strangers, they would come to their senses.
That's all; maybe I'll delete it later.
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