Will this note be historical at one point? This is from last year but the recent election happenings made me think about it.
Years and years ago I was exposed to an idea from clergymen: ” In western world, women are used as commodities. Their scantily clad bodies are used in commercials and billboards. Westerners are treating women as objects. This is degrading. Women have much more to offer than their bodies and the prospective of sex.” By the same virtue, the idea stated that Islam wants women to cover themselves. This way they are…
Years ago when I had my little girl, I was introduced to the world of baby carriers. When you have a baby and you need to be mobile, carrying that baby is the only option. You need to carry that little bundle of joy close to your heart. But your hands get tired, your back starts aching, your neck bothers you, and the list goes on. Now, if magically you…
Ce corps froid couché peut être n’importe qui. Il peut être une femme, un mari, une fille , ou une grand-mère. Il n’a pas d’importance qui. Il importe que ce fut une âme vivante. Une âme vivante qui avaient de la famille, des amis ou des amants. Les gens qui les aimaient. Les personnes qui seraient en attente de leur retour. Les gens dont le regard seront collés à la…
That cold body lying there can be anybody’s. It can be a wife, a husband, a daughter , a son, or a grandmother. It does not matter who. It matters that it was a living soul. A living soul that had family, friends, or lovers. People who loved them. People who would be waiting for their return. People whose stare will be glued to that door waiting for their return….
even seeing my daughter wake up today…. It was dark the room was dark and I could only see her precious butt pointing upwards… in the amazingly funny position that she sleeps… And it’s me hovering over the bed… thinking I need to leave And I’ll be away for straight 8-9 hours before I can see her again… touch her soft skin… Emrge in her big, brownish eyes… And let…