As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.
The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.
The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.
As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.
My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.
I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.
These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.
Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.
The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.
You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls
*runs to target- i need to get my babydoll one for her 1st bday
ohmygosh and the one from Ethiopia has natural hair which you can’t get from the American Girl “just like you” dolls!
Today’s Gender of the day is: John Marshall having a misadventure in the Library of Congress.
This is my roleplay blog and I have no right asking this of anyone. Before I do anything I’m going to give you the story of why I’m doing so.
I went to my grandmothers to clean her floor today because she can’t bend down and do it herself and while I was taking out the garbage I heard mewing inside the dumpster and me having a motherly instinct with anything. I climbed into the dumpster and found this kitten caked in garbage, her eyes glued shut and crust coming out of her nose. As to how she got there, I’m not sure if she climbed in herself (doubtful) or if someone threw her in there. I pulled her out to no other kittens or mother in sight and trust me, I’ve had mother cats around here if she was around I’d of gotten my ass kicked.
I brought her home and my mother cleaned out the crust and the glue to the point she can open one eye and she’s got some sort of scab across her nose. She’s sniffling so bad and I’m worried as hell that she won’t make it through the night. I would love to say in this instance I live in New Mexico but I don’t, I live in a place where it’s getting so cold at night because winter is coming. No that’s not a Game of Thrones reference. It rained for a full week and this kitten is about 4 to 5 weeks old.
I don’t have a job and I couldn’t just leave her there, she cried and cried and no one came for her. I dumpster dived to save her life. She’s barely bigger than my hand. I’m short and skinny so you can imagine how tiny my hands are.
In good news, she’s eating, she’s drinking and she’s not shivering. I’ve named her “Minnie” after the iconic Disney Mouse.
I can’t afford to even take her into the vet, I’ve begged my father but he’s refusing to because he doesn’t want to pay it. I hate asking, I hate doing this but even a dollar will help me, if there’s money left over when I take her it will be used specifically on her even after that. Whether it’s food or formula, things she needs. I have cats already but not cats this young.
If that doesn’t link through send me an ask.
I will pay you back in anyway possible from fanfiction for your OTP, gif sets, icons, anything. If I could draw I would. Anything, even the shirt off my back.
I just don’t want to lose her without a fight.
a new ask meme: go to my ask and paste the last thing you copied and send it to me without any explanation
this is jsut a psa but usually when people make negative posts its best not to ignore them like. even if you dont usually like peopls posts just liking their negative posts is good it makes people feel more validated. ok thanks