Posts in November
Sometimes my mind wonders
Sometimes I think how different life would be if my father wasn’t a stranger in our own home; If only he worked to build our relationship; If only I could be in awe of him the way many are in awe of their fathers; If I could talk to him; hug him; have a normal father-child relationship with him; Instead I grew up in a broken home, though he was present, he was never really present; though I call him dad, he never really fulfilled his duties, though I share the same blood, we never really had a connection. Sometimes my mind wonders.
Canadian Muslims Issue Call to Action to Eradicate Domestic Violence
Prominent national as well as local Muslim organizations, community leaders and activists, as well as Imams from across Canada are joining together today to issue a Call to Action to Eradicate Domestic Violence. This Call highlights six ways Canadian Muslims can intensify their efforts to abolish all forms of domestic violence. As a first step, it calls on Imams across Canada to draw attention to December 6, the National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women by devoting their sermons on Friday December 9 to the issue.
The winter blues and all its hues
Feeling blue…not the same as wearing blue but feeling alone, empty and numb. At times you feel very blue and at times it is just the smallest tint of blue, but you are not alone so despair not. Winter approaches us, and along comes the cycle of seasons, and the beautiful canvas of snow and the sparkling lights adorning the streets in time for the Christmas season. Life is not perfect, but this season reveals much beauty, you just need to look closer. Fire logs burn in homes and children sit curled up at the feet of their grandparents and the scent of incense and musk dance swirls as clouds of heavy candyfloss skate across the silver grey skies. Happiness and that feeling of warmth skipping beats in your heart is not just a far away dream or that once told illusion, it does exist and can exist.
Psychological Tsunami
The Effects of Domestic Violence
As Huda slowly gained consciousness on the floor, she became aware of her surroundings. She felt the cold tile beneath her and the taste of blood in her mouth. The thundering sound of her husband, yelling and cursing at her, became disturbingly clear and his menacing image slowly came into focus. Fear filled her heart that he may strike again. Her trembling body felt so weak, helpless and vulnerable. He ruthlessly kicked her in her gut one last, fatal blow. Huda was pronounced dead later that evening along with her baby girl who had survived 6 months of brutality in the womb.
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