Category: Current events


From the title of this post, I hope it is evident that I will be discussing topics that normally do not go hand in hand but are the most prominent on my mind and in my life at the moment. Settle down and buckle in, there is a long journey ahead.

Chocolate is one of the most beloved treats in the world. It is used in a wide variety of baked goods and is often sold on its own. There are a plethora of powerful, rich corporations that benefit from the production and sale of chocolate. Almost 42% of the cacao beans that are used to create chocolate and its byproducts such as cocoa butter are harvested and refined on the Ivory Coast.

I recently saw a documentary, “The Dark Side of Chocolate,” that altered the way I view my favorite sweet. It is information I cannot blind myself to and feel compelled to share here, the only real platform I have. It may not be surprising to many of you but I honestly had no clue until I watched this horrific documentary.

The chocolate industry is built on the back of trafficked children who are enslaved on cacao plantations and made to produce all of the cocoa beans that are then processed for our pleasure. The companies in question do not directly own said plantations and therefore claim no responsibility for this horrifying reality. They wash their hands of it with legal jargon and loopholes aplenty. The Ivory Coast governments do nothing – they are happy to be bringing in and sharing in the revenues which are to effect of hundreds of Billions of dollars yearly. There is no major chocolate company Not involved in this industry somehow. In short, no one cares for the children, as young as 6 years old, kidnapped and trafficked across borders into lands where they do not know the language and will never earn money. They will often die at a very young age, only to be easily replaced by another trafficked child. The price of their life and unending servitude? 230 euros. That is what they are worth. 230 euros.

At some point in your life, you have to realize that if you are privileged enough, as the vast majority of people I know are, to make decisions about where you spend money and who you spend it on, your choices matter. Every time I have purchased a candy bar in the local grocery store, I have paid for child trafficking. Every time I have given into a craving for a chocolate cake, I have paid for someone to enslave a child. Every time I have casually bought chocolate for trick-or-treaters, I have put my convenience ahead of the reality that my money is going to slave owners.

This goes against Everything I stand for. To me, freedom is the same as breathing. It is a fundamental human right. What goes on in Cote d’Ivoire is not only reprehensible in every way, it is purely inhumane.

What was most frightening of all is that I was made to understand that this is now happening in Florida in the good old US of A. Children are being trafficked in from places like Haiti to work in sugar cane fields, just so you and I can buy a bag of sugar for a few cents cheaper than we would be able to otherwise.

The entire state of things sickens me. I am sure this is not a practice limited just to the chocolate and sugar and other food industries. It only makes sense that all of the myriad of products that we use and dispose of without a second thought were made via cheap labor in substandard conditions somewhere. There were likely child laborers (such as in the diamond industry) or underpaid and exhausted adult laborers (such as in China, India, the Phillipines) involved. Everything I own is likely made on the back of someone else’s misery.

This is all very disheartening and made me feel like the worst human being. How could I pay for these corporations to continue to inflict such unacceptable conditions just so I could get things cheaply and conveniently.

The answer is that I can’t do that any longer. And maybe, one by one, if fewer and fewer people partake in the unconscientious acts of behemoth corporations, if the revenue generated falls dramatically and can be directly traced back to their unethical actions, maybe these atrocities against humanity will decrease little by little. Maybe the human consciousness will finally make an ethical decision rather than a debased and greedy one.

I, too, work for one of the largest corporations on the planet. In fact, I work for one of the most vilified sectors of industry: oil & gas. Energy companies are never held in a positive light. They are always known for bringing jobs and generating money, but they are also always known to be destroyers of the environment. In this case, I am a part of the problem. However, I think many people forget that the revenues generated by these companies are not only used to further their oil production, a large part of their revenue goes directly into taxes, which are then used to fund many many projects that bring about a lot of change. These same companies have also heavily invested in alternate energy sources and are even now funding many scientists worldwide who are doing research on things like solar power and wind energy. These alternative energy sources generate what is referred to as ‘clean’ energy.

The fact of the matter, however, is that we as humanity have always adversely affected our environment. Every advance we have made has destroyed nature a little more. Every technological advance we now enjoy was built on the back of a behemoth like an energy company. Tech companies are just as shady as their energy counterparts. The conveniences we all enjoy, such as the internet, smartphones, cars, home delivery services and so much more are all dependent on energy generation and distribution. Without these companies people hate so much, we would have none of that. The things I’ve mentioned are only the tip of the ice berg. My point here is simple: do not judge a book by its cover. I had never thought of the chocolate industry as a monster before because of their many successful marketing campaigns for longer than I have been alive. I think energy companies should borrow the PR personnel from these chocolate companies – they are very good at their jobs.

In conjunction with terrible entities such as the chocolate conglomerates mentioned above, there are terrorists. Terrorists are very much like a vast corporation: they have an objective, they have personnel, they are involved in many different lines of business worldwide, and they have funding. People are investing funds into this business of terrorism and the extremist recruits are willing worker bees. Behind it all is their ideology of hate and lack of compassion. I have said it before and I will say it again for the people who seem not to realize this: Terrorism is not an act of faith or religion. It is hate in its purest, most animal form.

I am a Muslim American and I can guarantee you no one hates ISIS more than the rest of the Muslim community. People say that we don’t speak up about it but we do, we have, and we will continue to do so. I have personally done so on many occasions. I just have no power or prominence in this world. If I had it my way, no one would hurt anyone in the name of my faith, of which the literal meaning is Peace. These extremists love to conveniently forget how sacred human life is because aggression and anger are easier.

There are many instances in the recent past of unprovoked acts of terrorism. These were not all propagated by ISIS or its sympathizers. Terrorism is, Surprise!, not unique to those claiming to be Muslims. In the interest of clarity, I do not consider anyone who goes around senselessly taking innocent lives a Muslim. They are not even close to the definition of Muslim. They are monsters in human form. If I could wish death on all of them, I would. But I digress. Back to the fact that terrorism is in fact committed by a great many people who are not Muslim, are not of Arabic or South East Asian decent, and have no ties to ISIS.

The recent and devastating shooting in Las Vegas is one such example. The many shootings that have occurred before in schools, on college campuses, in work places, and even in movie theaters are other events that should be classified as terrorism. Just because the shooters were not Muslims, this does not make them ‘disturbed individuals.’ Their actions classify them as terrorists. One such example is the case of the Springfield Church shooter in Texas. He spent a year in Navy jail following a conviction in Navy court for continual abuse of his wife and infant son. However, he was allowed to buy a gun and then used it to take 26 lives. I am not opposed to the ownership of guns by private citizens but I do think that regulations regarding who can and cannot own a weapon are in need of heavy revision. Also, I think the term terrorism itself needs a revised definition. What this shooter and others like him have done is incite fear, terror, chaos and create a huge loss in communities. This is what terrorists do, albeit with a political agenda. Mass shooter is not a good enough term for persons of this nature.

Regardless, what happened in New York City recently gave me goosebumps and had me shivering in anger and fear. I felt such outrage and hatred towards the man that claims to be ISIS. He is the reason billions like me are vilified, have been shot at, bombed, run out of their homes and made into refugees, and are being ethnically cleansed in places like Myanmar. Yes, the killing of Rohingya Muslims is so conveniently forgotten. The world has turned its back on them. Nowhere is the horror people feel about the genocide of the Jews in Nazi Germany or the apartheid in South Africa. Nowhere is the sympathy expressed to the survivors of these awful events. No one weeps for the death of the Rohingya. No one even remembers the millions slaughtered when the British were forced out of India and India was split into Muslim and Hindu, Pakistani and Indian. Why? Because they don’t matter to the West.

I am terrified by the lack of empathy people have for others. I am convinced that there will come a time when my family and I will become the target of the many hate crimes already occurring in our country. The facts that I am a female, a Muslim and am not Caucasian are three strikes against me that I will have to carry forever. I have been shunned for it many times. Now, however, it is not a question of social ostracizing. It is a question of my physical well being itself. There are places like the Rothko Chapel where all are welcome but they are few and far between. Emotionally, most of the world is having to learn to cope with an extremely different reality than the one they were born into. However, there are certain groups being targeted more than others and I fear for the safety of them all. I also fear for the safety of first responders and police officers who are simply trying to do their jobs and end up being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I fear most for the most innocent and helpless of all – the children of this horribly unbalanced world. They are our future, but what kind of present are we handing them? What kind of options are we leaving for them to build a future in? I am afraid that the answer to those questions is vastly different depending on the race, place, and gender of the child. The socioeconomic collapses happening around the world are ensuring that the future generations are deprived of many freedoms and opportunities that I know I had as a child. Children are no longer free to run in the streets or play unsupervised. Child predators and gang violence have a large part to play in this in the more developed nations. In lesser developed nations, there are additional factors like political demonstrations, terrorist attacks, and child trafficking.

Children are abused horribly worldwide. Often, it is by the people who should be protecting them and teaching them to defend themselves. While I didn’t have the worst of any kind of child abuse, emotional and mental abuse is something I grew up with and dealt with on a daily basis. Several people I know have experienced extreme physical abuse at the hands of their parents or other authority figures. The practice is always propagated in the name of discipline and people don’t interfere because it isn’t their family and none of their business. However, from the point of view of someone who both went through a lifetime of scarring and watched others suffer the same or worse, I think that not speaking up or interfering is the same as being complicit. You are enabling the abusive behavior if you aren’t stopping it. Don’t get me wrong – sometimes physical discipline is necessary. However, there is a Big difference between discipline and abuse.

There were two new reports recently that really stuck out to me. I’m sure there are, unfortunately, hundreds of such instances every year but these are the ones I read about. One is a case where two drug addict parents neglected a 4 month old infant to the point that it lay dead in its own feces in a swing for a week before they decided to contact any authorities. They then claimed that the infant had died in the last few hours and they didn’t know how. Autopsy of the infant proved them liars. They also had an older child and I don’t even want to imagine the abuse that child has likely faced.

The second incident concerned an army officer, his wife who was the step-mother to his three children, and primarily his two older daughters. All children were beaten routinely. CPS has been called regarding the father’s abuse towards his children multiple times. There was a time when he hosed down his children, naked, in their yard in freezing weather with cold water as punishment. He made them eat cat feces and put it all over their faces another time. He also used dog shock collars and ‘switches’ on them. His wife encouraged all of this and even encouraged him to be more violent. CPS had closed his case as high risk.

First, how do you just close a case as high risk CPS? I get that you need more funding, but come on. Second, this man should have had his children taken long before they were. The man was finally arrested recently but has Still not been dishonorably discharged from the army.

What exactly are you doing Army and Navy? Please take care of your own so they don’t go off their rockers after you train them to Kill. Also, don’t hide it when they do go nuts. It doesn’t protect anyone. It just puts us all, and especially their families, at risk.

Another horrible common occurrence I keep having the displeasure to come across is animal cruelty in so many shapes and forms. Those shock collars I mentioned above are barbaric. As a proud parent of 3 cats, I cannot ever imagine abusing any of them ever. I don’t understand why people insist on having pets they cannot take care of. Some people, I’m convinced, simply have animals so they can feel in control and empowered. They hurt the poor animals just because they can. I have heard/read about instances where these animals are starved, never allowed to move from their enclosures and many times die horrible in horrible conditions. And that’s without starting on the animal farms out there. Let me tell you, those poor animals are facing some pretty stomach turning realities. I won’t link anything here. This is something I’ll let you discover in your own time. No, I’m not a vegan but I do try to eat less meat and most of it Halal – those animals have to be treated right or they won’t be Halal meat.

I am sometimes so envious of my parent’s generation. They had it all and all of the world was an adventure. There was still war and unrest and famine. But through it all, there was always Hope. I feel the world had forgotten that word for a long time. Mass media frenzies didn’t help  spread positive news, instead they furthered the culture of fear mongering, victim blaming, finger pointing and lack of exposure to anything good in the world. The beauty of the world, once so celebrated and forever captured in the classics, has been forgotten for so long. I am happy to say that devastating events like Hurricane Harvey have actually brought people closer. People are starting to Hope again and that gives me hope for the coming generations. I hope that is one thing they never lose – the ability to hope for the best while coping with the worst.

With that said, I think there are some things that really can bring a community together. Hurricane Harvey and all its destruction has brought one of the most diverse communities on the planet together, all working together to help each other. The Astros winning the World Series(!!!!!!!!) is definitely one of the most amazing things to have happened to Houston in a long time. Yes, we hosted the Super Bowl. Yes, the Houston Dynamo are also in the playoffs. But the Astros brought home the trophy baby! And I was one of those crazy people in line outside the Academy at 11 pm so that I could get a T-shirt RIGHT THEN. I didn’t get my goods and get home until almost 2 am. I, like many others, told my boss I couldn’t make it to work the next day. However, in that line, I bonded with my community a little. We all stood around hollering like crazy at any car that tooted at us and played “We are the Champions” real loud while driving by real slow. It was a party! I am so glad I got to experience that moment of community.

I was unable to attend the parade, sadly, but I definitely paraded around in my Astros gear (pun intended). Thank you Astros for giving us this win, we really needed it. Now, lets go Dynamo and maybe Rockets?

To continue in the vein of exciting events, I recently attended my very first book signing for “It Devours!” written by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor. With their second novel based in the Night Vale universe, the authors continued to delight readers like myself (and all the other fans packed in to Murder by the Book – excellent bookstore near Rice Village near Rice Village). The podcast is amazing (Welcome to Night Vale if you aren’t familiar with it) but so was being in the presence of the brilliant and eclectic minds that created it. The talk and the question and answer sessions were all pretty great. The moment I got to tell them I’m a big fan and get my book signed was AMAZING. I didn’t manage to get a picture but I’ll have that moment in my mind forever.

I felt the writing fire ignite within me after the Q&A session – they were just like me, working through ideas and seeing what stuck. It gave me hope that I will one day actually be able to complete my novel (wish me luck). I don’t know if anyone will ever read and enjoy it but I’m going to keep going. It’s the only thing you can do if you want to succeed.

In any case, thank  you for sticking around through this entire post. I know it was a lot of different topics but I intended for this blog to be a mono/dialogue between me and any potential readers. Feel free to post comments, disagree, praise, hate, love whatever I’ve written. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Until next time, be safe world. Be strong. Stand in Hope Together. Ciao!

 

 

There is nothing but hope for the future. After Harvey, Irma, Jose, and Maria drowning all of the South and Puerto Rico, half of North America being on fire and a devastating earthquake in Mexico, I have nothing but prayers for those effected and sympathy for anyone who survived but lost their loved ones and the lives they worked so hard to build. The terrorism rampant everywhere does nothing to help us move forward. It only serves to unite against a common enemy – senseless violence.

In connection to the natural disasters, I must commend the communities who rose up and helped one another in an unprecedented manner. Being in Houston amidst Harvey and then watching how people from all over came here just to help us out made me believe in humanity once more. People of every creed, race, color and gender, regardless of their differences, stood together and literally formed human chains in support of each other. The Cajun Navy was AMAZING as were all of our first responders. I thank you deeply for coming and helping the people of my community so selflessly and bravely. Most of all, thank you for saving lives (both human and animal) and giving us all Hope for the future.

This selfless spirit has been spreading worldwide. Houston and all those that came to lend us help have shown the world that we all Can and Do get along just fine. It is simply a few hundred voices in billions who would love to spread discord – they just manage to be heard more loudly at times because of the disaster that often accompanies their agendas. Though these disasters are devastating and continue to horrify with the extent of damage experienced, the results have been astoundingly positive everywhere. I am simply moved to tears at what people can accomplish when they see each other as simply human. The sympathy, empathy and simple humanity exhibited has been breathtaking.

I know that amongst all these monstrously unhappy worldwide events and unrest, my small battles aren’t even minutely important. At the same time, I believe each of us fights a million small battles each day. Many are fighting for survival itself in deplorable conditions. Many are even now awaiting rescue and trying to put their lives together. Many are left to survive without their loved ones at their sides.

My personal drama, in comparison, cannot even begin to compare. I am extremely Blessed to be untouched by this series of natural disasters thus far. I must expound on this for my own personal satisfaction and to relieve myself of emotions that have been making my heart heavy thus far. There are people I have loved but can no longer see myself walking with in life. I am glad they were here with me when it was the right time for them to be. I am also really happy they have exited my life, willingly or not, and taken their toxic influences with them. I couldn’t quite put it into words until now but I think these words below will suffice:

 

When you tell me you love me
You don’t really mean it
Your words are as empty
As cracks in old, worn stone

When you tell me you love me
You expect me to believe it
Though you never let anyone in
Far enough to call your own

When you tell me you love me
You’re trying to convince me
That a repetition of lies will
Somehow make them come true

When you tell me you love me
You just go through the motions
Forcing me to take false kindness
To you, ugly truth is overblown

When you tell me you love me
You leave me aching with a longing,
A wishing that someone
Really would want to call me their own

When you tell me you love me
But poison others towards me
While insisting on your innocence
You are a lying child, overgrown

When you tell me you love me
But you are only here to judge me
I tell you that love is an emotion
You have never felt or known

You tell me you love me
But you only love being loved
To  love, you must be selfless
But you haven’t a single selfless bone

You tell me you love me
But your words ring hollow
Leaving you unable to comprehend
Why your whims I do not follow

You tell me you love me
But my heart knows better
Than to trust a two-faced viper
With even a second more

When you tell me you love me
But are deaf to my feelings
I would rather you leave me
I am much better off alone

 
I have learned the hard way that there are many people out there that do not truly value sincerity and loyalty. They value nothing but, ultimately, themselves and their own petty self interests. They are also blind to the needs of others and feel resentful when forced to face their shortcomings. They refuse to see things in any light but their own. They are in denial about so many things, it is as though they have created some kind of utopia in their mind that no one else can access. Most frighteningly, they slow become the very people they profess to hate.

Such is the nature of life – it brings us lessons in the shape of people who are kind, who are dedicated, who betray, who lie, who are staunch supporters, who are two-faced frenemies, who become family, who stab you in the back, who break your heart, who mend that broken heart. Such is the passage of time – the highs and the lows are inevitable. Change is inevitable but it does not always have to be a crushing change, rather it can be the metamorphosis of the caterpillar to a butterfly. Pain is inevitable but it does not have to be pain without purpose. Growing pains are a thing to be celebrated and welcomed with open arms.  People coming through the journey of your life only to leave is also inevitable. The ones you need will be in your life at the time that is right for them.

There is not one Right way to do things – there are as many ways as there are people in this world (so approximately 7.6 billion views, give or take a few million). This doesn’t mean that I am saint enough or mature enough to simply accept them all with no debate. I would probably debate my stances rather hotly. What this Does mean is that I can respect you while disagreeing with you. What I cannot respect is someone who is duplicitous and will not respect my intelligence enough to be straightforward and true with me in return.

There are many things that can break a person into tiny little pieces that will never be put back together quite the same – human beings are much more fragile and complex that Humpty Dumpty unfortunately. We all experience loss of faith and hope at some point in our lives. In the face of untold evil both within and without, this loss seems quite inevitable. It is what you do after that initial break that truly defines who you are. The moments when you begin to question the fabric of the universe itself and if there was a maker and who that creator is, and the answers you arrive at after that, define you more than anything else. How you acquit yourself in the face of adversity and sometimes physical opposition defines who you are.

Amidst all the deaths, the chaos, the unrest, the bloodshed, the sheer arrogance of some to believe they are better than others for whatever XYZ reason, the complacency of most of the world population to do little more than nothing in the face of all of this (of whom I must admit I sadly belong), all the stars that are being born and dying, the waves of humanity arriving in and departing from this life, the joy of accomplishment and living, the shattering disappointment of failure and crushing weight of loneliness, there is One thing we cannot stand to lose – HOPE.

The past is done, unchangeable. The present is already here, we can only barely react to it. The future, however, is both our friend and capricious enemy. The only way to bring it to heel is to plan, to fail, and to learn. We must live in the moment while still hoping for a better tomorrow. We must make a way for this better tomorrow to happen. Sometimes that better tomorrow, that better us, requires a hard decision and a difficult parting of ways. Sometimes it is simply an opportunity to grow and become more, to find someone or something better suited to you.

Look at the glass and see it half full – all the world’s events and your own personal dramas will change into different scenarios before your eyes. Our perspectives hold the keys to our tomorrows. We have weathered many tragedies as a collective of humanity. I believe we will prevail again. Together, we must move forward while walking our own paths to our common end. Meandering or direct, easy or difficult, we must all support one another in moving forward. After all, there is nothing left but hope for the future.

Until next time, ciao!

 

I have had a whirlwind of a last couple of months. Interviews, a new job, getting sued for medical bills I never denied payment for, and a car crash that left my car like so:

The hassle with the insurance companies and finding a new car and needing to pay a difference on the totaled vehicle and paying a citation that followed this horrific and traumatic event in my life was almost enough to make me wish I hadn’t survived. However, the day it happened, I started writing a poem (sort of) and later realized I was just getting frustrated with a system designed to make you give up and decide that life is no longer worth it. If my near death experience taught me anything, it is that there is very little in life that really matters. Everything else is just meaningless fluff.

I am so very grateful to my true friends – the ones who were there for me and stepped up to the plate to help out both me and my family. Being down to one vehicle with a very long commute to work in two opposite directions is zero fun. Thank you guys for being awesome. Thank you for helping me long enough for me to remember how not to be miserable again and to simply be grateful for all my blessings.

Without further ado, here is what I really came to say today:

If you asked me yesterday what I’d be doing today, I would not have said anything along the lines or what actually did happen. This is not how I planned for my Valentine’s day to go. 

Today, I almost died.
Today, I almost killed others with no intent.
Today, I realized in a moment of clarity, while spinning uncontrollably under an 18 wheeler that almost crushed me and being shot back across a miralculously empty for a few seconds high-speed four-lane highway to safety in the median, that I didn’t have any regrets while leaving this world.
Today, by all logic and probability, I should be dead.
Today, I feel so empowered to be alive, to be here still, to be a living voice in the drone of many voices.
Today, I am grateful to be able to write these words, to drink a hot chocolate, to enjoy my family and their love, to learn who my true friends are, and take joy from the antics of my cats.
Today, I am pleasantly surprised to know I have found people, who after a week of knowing me, would drive into danger to save me. And that a person I met once cared enough to send me a few words of comfort in my time of need.
Today, I know I’ve changed into someone I can hardly recognize and so much of the anguish I held inside has disappeared with the wreckage of my cursed car.
Today, my spirit is still restless and all is not well with my soul but I know I am not afraid of death or what comes after. Returning to God’s embrace does not bring this sinful soul a trace of terror, only a yearning to be in His presence.
Today, I know what Really matters to me in the chaos and corruption and suffering and negativity that has been ruling my social feed and fueling my passion for justice and equality.
Today, my heart confirmed that Love really is the cliched answer to so many hatreds but it is not a solution easily achieved. I still cannot bring myself to forgive those that have truly wronged my soul.
Today, I know I was saved by the will of God and in His Mercy He saved me; maybe someday I will be worthy of His miracle.
Today, I know that all things taken into account, GOOD still exists in the world, people can be wonderful, and God still cares.
Today, I am reborn.

I normally do not write political pieces out of fear that some Homeland security agent will decide I’m a threat to the country and make me disappear somewhere no one will ever find me again. In light of the current climate, however, I feel compelled to write about my experience of being an American Muslim female of Pakistani descent in a society that has branded everyone like me as a terrorist.

As an American, I am sad to say I am living through the kind of historic times I never thought I would have to live through. I have always been so proud of my country – the one that polices and guides the whole world, the one that has become the face of democracy, equality and freedom. I have always been so very secure in the knowledge that no matter what the rest of the world was like, I could always rely on my country to be the light in the dark, the world’s knight in shining armor, the army that stands between good and evil.

My pride and faith in this country have been shattered. My belief that America stood for ALL Americans is gone. My belief that the government is here to protect, serve and create order is gone. My hope that the children of tomorrow would grow up as free as possible of racial and religious prejudice has totally evaporated. This is definitely due to the fact that so many acts of terrorism have happened all around the world and have been performed by Islamic terrorists. But it is also because Western countries supplied that hate and the weapons to those terrorists in the first place.

Has anyone ever noticed how there is always more money for building weapons and walls and starting wars but never enough funding for medical care and educating the masses so that they actually understand the world better and can rise up against crooked politicians?

I have been on a roll with trying new things in the past few months. I have also touched base with the things I once loved to do and hadn’t done since my teens or childhood. But now, I am thinking of doing things that aren’t always shiny rainbows and happy unicorns. I am considering joining peaceful protests on the streets – the kind of thing I have never done. I am thinking about writing to my local representatives, senators, governor – all because I am enraged and terrified by the actions of the worst president the United States has ever known. I don’t care if you don’t share my opinion. This is going to continue to be my opinion as long as this man remains president of a country that wholeheartedly finds him absolutely repulsive in every way possible.

I am so very tired of people telling me it is going to be okay. I am tired of people telling me I don’t need to be afraid. I am tired of ‘alternative facts’ and men deciding what women can do with their bodies. I am tired of being profiled and degraded for my religion and the color of my skin. I am tired of being vilified by people who have never even known someone like me. I am tired of people who have never left their small town and seen anything beyond a few hundred miles of our country trying to control the millions of very different lives everyone across the world leads on the basis of their limited experience and willful ignorance.

I am tired of being treated  like a third class citizen because I wasn’t born with the ‘right’ skin color and the ‘right’ religion.

I am especially tired of being told to go back where I came from. How about all of you go back to Europe or Russia, too?

I am tired of domestic terrorism not being labelled as such – unless of course a Muslim person was involved.

A brand new mosque and a brand new, unopened Islamic center were burned down near me recently. To the ground. They took hundreds of thousand of dollars to build and years to make. But they were callously destroyed. Imagine if that happened to a church or synagogue – the world would be in an uproar about it. But mosques? No one cares. It’s not terrorism or a hate crime at all.

The western media doesn’t care about the ethnic cleansing of Burmese Muslims. Or the masses being wiped out in Arabic countries. Or the hundred of instances of terrorism committed against people in Muslim countries like Pakistan and Turkey by those same terrorists. No one in the Western world lifts a single finger against any of it. Nor do they acknowledge that their wars and greed for oil have incited much of these repercussions they now face or that Most of the people killed by terrorist attacks have been Muslims.

Do people think that Muslims just woke up one day and decided to be terrorists? Does no one ever wonder WHY they decided to kill themselves to incite terror and fear in others? Some of them are probably brainwashed and believe they are doing it in the way of God – they aren’t. Islam forbids this kind of evil. Most of them do these things either for the safety of their loved ones or out of hate for the people that never accepted them, always turned them away, looked down on them and treated them as lesser being because they were ‘savages’ – even though the western nations were the ones that invaded and made colonies everywhere. subjecting people to their whims and culminating in a massive slave trade as well as laying down the foundations for terrorist organizations, the effects of which we all continue to suffer from today.

Did slavery exist before all this? Most certainly. But was it so widely accepted and was it done on such a major scale? I don’t believe so. People still think they are so much better than others based on their skin tone. Why this is so, I don’t understand. We are all flesh and blood. We are all human beings who experience the same emotions and needs. Why anyone thinks they are superior to anyone else because of their skin tone is beyond me. Why anyone thinks their religion is superior to anyone else’s is beyond me too.

I still remember the Crusades and the Holocaust. Did the rest of the world forget?

Conquest and subjection of the losing populace are a repetition in human history that will never end. However, we no longer live in an age where you can make mountains of skulls and burn grand libraries to the ground and not have people rise up against you.

To those who think your race is what makes you superior, to those that think your faith is better than everyone else’s, to those that think your way of life is better than the rest of the world’s – NEWS FLASH: IT IS NOT. YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE. YOU ARE JUST AS SIGNIFICANT AND INSIGNICANT AS A BLADE OF GRASS IN A GIANT MEADOW.

To those that want to turn America in to the present day Nazi Germany, good luck. You will not win this war.

Forgive me for the rant, but I felt I would explode if I didn’t put my thoughts into words. In conclusion, the poem I wrote below explains my feelings most clearly:

American born
American raised
Proud not to be
Anti-any-race

Muslims banned
Mosques hazed
On what constitution
Is this based?

America – land of the free
Home of the brave
Why has fear
Become your face?

Good old days of
War, injustice, inequality
Will never return
For the crazed

This is democracy
This is freedom of speech
This is my country
Where my loyalty is based

I will not be silenced
I will not be controlled
I will rise above
The hatred in your soul

 

 

 

 

 

Bombing, bombing everywhere
Kill them all, instill fear
In the name of God, you say?
When you were all killers anyway

I weep for you, victims of this blight
I weep for you, who lose your light
I weep for you, who lost it all
I weep for you, whose futures were stolen

You who say this is in the way of God
You are the very evil you speak of
Satan, devil, devil spawn
Live inside you in your own form

These lives you keep taking so lightly
The joy you keep erasing so blithely
The rivers of blood, all the youth dead
They aren’t enough to pacify your rage

The world isn’t at fault, it is You
The innocents you killed deserved so much better than you
The homes you destroyed, the lives you ended
They will never return, their souls forever cursing you

Hell to the unbelievers you say
Hell to the inhuman heathens you are I say
My religion is the Way of Peace, not your bastard faith
I hate you for sullying the name of God this way

Bombing won’t get you anywhere
It won’t land you in Heaven, I swear
But understand that Muslims everywhere
Despise you, wishing ruin on your prayers

To all of you who don’t think your pain I can imagine
Know that these people have killed my people too
They don’t care for the value of life or their own principles
They have no idea what real Muslims do

We must suffer for the actions of these unschooled fanatics
These thugs and criminals wearing the face of Islam
But know that you cannot hate them as much as I
For the many lives destroyed in the name of my God

I weep for the loss of the innocent
I weep for the loss of human potential
I weep for the loss of families
I weep most for the loss of humanity