i haven't really dealt with my aunt's passing. in fact i 86-ed my plans to Houston bc i didn't want to go without the H. it's been more than a week. it's like i am in denial. but i guess i am not if i am blogging. maybe this time around death has just become all too real for me. or maybe there is another factor that is keeping me away. maybe that factor has too much strength over me. lets face it, i am not a kid....just kid like.
i won't deal with it today either. why? if i can prolong, put off, and cast aside my reality for a few more weeks i think i will be able to deal. we will see in a few weeks.
feelings i have kept to myself this week: disturbed, worried, and sad.
Disturbed: finished book, "The Dancing Girls of Lahore" a true account of prostitution in current day Heera Mandi. A vivid look at children born into brothels and sold to rich Royals over seas or abused by the rich and affluent socialites in Lahore. disturbed. i thought this didn't exist in good ol pk...but it does, and we just don't do anything to help these women/children [kind and often vilified women], sisters, get out of the system. disturbed. [promise a better book review in near future]
Worried: i concur w. brother omer's sentiment on my Amy Goodman post. i pay taxes, i was born in this country, and i feel like an outsider. as much as i love my American ideologies, i love my faith, and i love the fact that i was born into a democratic system where i can practice my faith freely, yet i feel in this current time-this period of dehumanizing and demonizing --that i cannot be seen as an American..its unfortunate that some disillusioned terrorists have misrepresented my faith. its unfortunate that the media sets the history of the reporting to reflect a blind and dangerous agenda, its unfortunate that everyday--you get stereotyped, labeled, and scorned at.
i thought i had enough labels that were set to challenge my will. Woman, Artist, Woman Artist, Woman Muslim, Muslim American, peace loving hippie. its only this country can i really identify myself bc i choose too. yesterday i bought, "Enemy Combatant: My Imprisonment at Guantanamo, bagram, and kandahar" by Moazzam Begg. its terrifying. i rather not copy and paste tidbit of the book on my blog...but please read it or at least read up on it. Its knowledge.
Sad: my reality is not just my little box of life that consists of the H, the in-laws, the parents, the siblings, and the friends. If that was all that was real to me then i wouldn't be so sad. Using the word Sad may cause you to believe i am depressed. contrary.
Sad because i feel like i have much to do in terms of helping. i honestly thought about getting into child advocacy. i spent 2 1/2 solid years of my life doing relief and advocacy for new refugee families, primarily Bosnian, Kosavar and Afghani refugees. Along with assisting in efforts with Chechnya, Turkey and Somalia..let me tell you, those years were the MOST rewarding years of my youth. I felt whole. Like I was in some way alleviating some form of suffering or disability at a grassroots level. the friends i made during that period of my life were beautiful too. It has been over 3 years since I have done that kind of work. Last year I helped out with the Katrina evacuees, but that was a few weekends. i remember when i saw the footage from the camps in kosova the first time with my uncle, it was at that MOMENT i realized i was going to make documentaries, make films, show people what is happening right now, and a shift here and there, it could be us, our children, our country..and then life took its own turns...and i shifted.
sad...bc i wish i could start doing that again, but enlisting more volunteers, putting that passion into ppls hearts, making the world more compassionate, more nurturing. i am that woman who will help that old lady in the frozen section. and i want your help......
but out of these raw feelings...comes a will. an honest to goodness intention. perhaps i shifted, my path turned a few times, and i put things on hold..i am ready again. i am eager to get going. Allah willing. its funny the H, really thought i was this tough bitchy chic when he first met me...and soon after a week into our meeting he realized that i am not SO much [to his shock!]..but the exterior got tough in the past 3 years...life was very interesting for me...and at the gate of 29..i feel like i have entered into another phase of new beginnings...perhaps thats what was needed to materialize, in order for me to have writing material. Allah knows.
Mermaid.