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Muslim Women: Have you ever faced discrimination because you were wearing a hijab?
My friend covers her face with a veil. She's 23, a doctor in making from the second best medical university of the city, has a fiery passion for cars and bangles, loves baby animals and small humans and is a skilled henna artist.She draws in downtime, watches animated movies and cartoons and reads and interprets the Quran. She's my go-to person for life advices.She's confident and articulate. She was an aspiring orator till she was made to realize that there's more to an orator than just being eloquent and confident, having strong opinions and the ability to defend them.In the eleventh grade, my friend auditioned for the school debating team. She was given a topic that she had to present an extempore speech about, before the English teacher.She was prepared. Standing third in line, she went over the points in her head, clenching the piece of paper with the topic scribbled on it. She knew she'd almost made the team. Except that she didn't.The senior student motioned her to begin as he took a look at his watch. The girl began to fire away compelling points to back her argument.Few seconds in she realized there was no point. The teacher, a man in his forties, seated smugly in his seat gave her silent, yet unmistakable cues to communicate his disinterest. From the first word she uttered, he did not look up. Not one other contestant faced what she did. She tried to not let the teacher's behavior faze her. He tried harder to express his boredom by getting up and silently strolling away towards the window. She kept speaking. He kept staring out the window. She was done. He said thank you. She left and never heard from him.If you took a look at the team assembled later, you'd see why my friend wasn't good enough for it. She didn't have an 'engaging enough personality', apparently.What makes this more fascinating is the fact that this happened in the Islamic republic of Pakistan.The respect I have for women who don the hijab, or the veil, cannot be put into words. When the attitude of Muslims can be so dismissive towards them, I can only imagine how difficult it must be for women like my friend in places with anti-hijab laws and protests.She's oppressed alright. Not by the religion. Not by her family. Instead, by the self proclaimed advocates of freedom for women, who dictate women how to be 'free women'. Oh, the irony.
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What is it like to be the only Deaf person in a hearing family?
I am completely qualified to answer this. I am the only deaf person in the entire family tree of mine. From my parents point of view, it was scary and confusing for them, not because of the disability but because they didn't know how to guide me or how to bring me up. But luckily, they received tons of supports and so they somehow found the right persons to connect and help me be the person I am today. They know I am also human, and never actually treated me differently. Maybe that's the reason I never knew I was different in the early stages of my life. After repeatedly contact with the outside world, only I did come to know that we weren't the same as others. I infact, believed that all of us, normal hearing and deaf people used to talk with lips movement like I just did. When we all were kids, my cousins and other friends of mine used to whisper stuffs into my ears, like everyone does. I used to feel puzzled that what are they saying, I used to let it off. I thought it's nothing. Later only I realised its people were talking about something. That time I made sure to let people know to talk face to face and not to whisper into my ears, as it would have been of no use. Basically it's both a rewarding experience as well as a learning experience for me. It's then I realised that I do have parents and family as supports, but I can't expect them to find all the answers for me as they are also learning it along with me. I had to learn to find those by myself. They (my parents and my close family) have tried their best to make my life easier, by talking in English to me, and conversing to me with the help of social medias like WhatsApp, messaging. They even try to ensure if subtitles are happening for the particular movie we plan to watch in theatre. My aunts (like my parent's sisters, or their brother's wife) try their best to converse with me in English, and they keep lamenting for not having learnt proper English. I try my best to convince them that's it's alright, I really appreciate their efforts. It's actually my family who has been really supportive in this journey of mine. I do thank god for having received an amazing family. My parents let me know beforehand, that I would definitely have to do hardwork, but I always left it aside. Now though I know the value of hardwork. I used to believe that if I weren't deaf, my life would be easier. But then I realised, life being easier isn't full of sunshine, it tends to get boring after a while. Came to the conclusion that life should be a mixture of Hardwork and relaxation too. Every single and small achievements of mine are recorded in my family mind. Few Hindi words spoken is a delight for them. Or if I achieve something related to hearing stuff, they express their happiness. They know it's not taken for granted. Couple of things happened after I joined this family. ->Made English language a part of daily conversations, not just Hindi. ->Let everyone know that I am actually normal, and made me comfortable in the atmosphere. ->Taught me to live comfortably and manage in this world.->Taught that impossible is just a word. ->Even my younger brother looks up to me, I don't think he knows that I actually have a disability. ->Learnt that I am a good human being. ->Learnt that family and close friends will stand by you, for anything. ->Oh yeah, how could I forget the overprotective shell I am in, created by my parents. Basically it's an amazing journey for me.
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What is your personal experience with Islam?
I am an Atheist who has lived in a Muslim Country for 40 years. I wasn’t an Atheist neither was I tattooed - all this happened 8 years ago.This is my interview in the Arabic TV Channel.The title of the Interview?The “Shaitan (Devil) of Sharjah (place where I stay)”There are good and bad sides to my experience with IslamThe Good ExperiencesMuslims are normal people, they want to have a family, live a normal life, pay their bills and co-exist.What they show on the Tele or on Media is what the controversy-hungry people want to see.Most Muslims are kind, generous and live normal livesYou would be surprised to know that almost ALL the people who helped me in my life were MuslimsThey just want to ensure they follow their god, his ways and the religious precepts laid down for them.The Bad ExperiencesI have been called everything from Devil, Untouchable, Evil, Anti-Christ, Mentally Retarded, Satan, Cult Leader by a few Muslims, to the point the Police was called many times to get me arrested with all the false accusations possible. And it was never a surprise to get them whisper names to each other when I would pass by.Burka (the ladies covered in full black) have literally shouted and screamed in the airlines I was traveling in to ensure I was kept far away from them or they wanted a refund. So I was politely asked to get up from my seat and move away from them (even though I was like 3 to 4 seats away from them)So many times I have been asked to convert, or even been offered money or even told that I should (literally) burn my own body by setting myself on fire - so that my skin would be healed of the ‘evil’ marks so that I could enter heavenThis is one thing that almost all Muslims have - They ALL believe that their religion, their god and their way-of-life is THE ONLY TRUE WAY in the world. And this in many ways gives rise to clannishness, groupism and a sense of superiority that they belong to the ‘right religion’THIS IS THE BIGGEST DRAWBACK….And that is why I have saved it for the last…No matter how peaceful or kind or nice any Arab Muslim is - (DO NOT TRY THIS) If you do what was done in France (Google: Hebdo Charlie), or question their Holy Book or joke about their religion / prophet - Trust me when I say this…..The reaction will leave you absolutely SHOCKED!OVERALL EVALUATIONThrough age comes experience and through experience comes a sense of maturity that you do not have when you are young.I have realized through my experience you will have people like this….and you will also have people like thisAnd I have always told people that ISLAM IS A LIFESTYLEYou cherry pick what you want to do - Good or Bad and decide how you want to live your life.Personally, I have met Muslims who smoke, drink, have sex with multiple partners, sport tattoos and are normal everyday chaps.I have also met Muslims who are totally following their religion to the T and only believe in being good Muslims.And yes - I have also known one or two really crazy ones.So I feel - the best answer to this situation is this:Use your judgement to know where to say what and with whom. If you know someone takes his religion too seriously and too literally - its best to avoid that person. And if you feel there is a person with whom you can have a mature and open conversation about anything and everything where his religion is concerned - then go right ahead.I for one - when I meet someone who tells me - HEY YOU SHAITAN (and then proceeds to take the name of his god), I just quietly excuse myself and very politely go far away from the person.Why?Because I have too many things to focus my mind on, too many personal and professional goals to achieve, a lot to study and many priorities that I need to attend to.The guy who has time to rattle off obscenities in the name of his religion - well his priorities are different.Given that most people are indoctrinated into their religion when they are simply a baby and kept away from the realities of Science (The Science of Evolution is BANNED in the Middle East) how do you expect these children to grow up to think any different?So I mind my own business and let him do his own thing.Problem solved.So where Islam is concerned - I have learnt a simple truth -MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS AND LEAVE THEM ALONE.Don’t you think so?Loy MachedoPS - I think the image below would sum up my thoughts in a nutshell.
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What incident has traumatized you for good?
The death of my 17 year old son. In 2016 my son started complaining of pain in his hip/thigh area. We of course took him to the pediatrician (he was 16 at the time). Doctor said it was because his bone was growing faster than the leg muscle. Okay, fine. The pain continued. Doctor ordered x-rays. Nothing shows up. Pain continues. Doctor orders blood work. Inconclusive. Pain continues…actually getting worse. Doctor orders a CAT scan. Inconclusive. Doctor refers us to a rheumatologist. They diagnose him with juvenile arthritis. Then change their diagnosis to a slightly different form of arthritis.Okay, fine. We have a diagnosis. And it’s not a worst case scenario diagnosis. At this point my son is in intense pain. The only thing that helps is steaming hot showers, and that, according to him, only took his mind off his hip pain. The night before the second worst day of my life, my son spent most of it in the shower. Oh, and they also had my son going to physical therapy for the past month or so. So, we inform the rheumatologist we would like to start treatment for the arthritis. He says he would like one final CAT scan. I take my son later that day for one, not thinking much about it. At this point he had been poked and prodded, had multiple x-rays and a prior CAT scan. I thought the diagnosis had been determined. We come home from the scan, and my ex wife calls me. The rheumatologist had called her (apparently he only had her number) and he want’s my son in the hospital, like, yesterday. The scan apparently lit up like a Christmas tree this time.My son had been in pain, as I said. We immediately took him to the hospital, and he reported his pain level at a 10. They gave him morphine. They told us they suspected cancer but would need a biopsy to confirm. It came back positive for a rare childhood cancer called ewing sarcoma (I know that should probably be capitalized…sorry…I’m not gonna capitalize the name of this awful fucking cancer. ewing sarcoma is a bone cancer. From when my son first started complaining of pain to when he was finally (accurately) diagnosed, seven months had gone by. Seven months that we lost when we could have been actively battling this disease. They then did a full body scan and confirmed it had already spread to his lungs. I didn’t want to ask the oncologist what his odds were. I simply couldn’t stand hearing another human being tell me that information. Instead I went online and discovered that, at my son’s stage, the odds of survival were 30% at best.We fought. He fought. Chemo, radiation. Almost a full year of it. He had to be on crutches or a wheelchair because the cancer had nearly destroyed his upper femur. That was horrific hearing because as I said before he was (properly) diagnosed he was undergoing physical therapy…which could easily have shattered the bone. But he was responding positively to the chemo. After about eight months his leg scan showed clear and he was allowed to walk again. He was also allowed into a clinical study intended to match treatment to a particular cancer’s DNA. Things seemed to be looking up. I should also mention that, from when he was first administered morphine in the ER up until this point, his pain level went from a 10 to 0. To see your teenage son in pain for those seven months prior was a hell I don’t wish on anyone. So the fact that he was pain free during this period was a blessing. Fast forward another two months, My son has a full body MRI that show’s he is free of cancer. There were still a few nodules in his lungs but we were told those were most likely scar tissue from where his tumors used to be. We were euphoric.About a week later, I’m taking my kids to hang for the day with some good family friends. My son is quiet. I don’t think much of this…he was 17 and like any teenager could be quite moody at times. We got to the campground where we were meeting our friends when my son tells me his neck was hurting him. Like, lots. We call the oncologist, and are told to bring him in to the ER. They look him over, tell me it’s probably just muscle cramps possibly a side effect from one of the many drugs he’s been taking. I accepted this. After all, he just received an all clear scan. I can’t recall if it was one or two days later that we took him to the Children’s Hospital for his regularly scheduled appointment. He is still experiencing severe neck pain. Doctors do a MRI on his neck and back. It’s riddled with cancer. So, we go from a phone call from my son’s oncologist the week prior saying my son is cancer free, to being told later this day that my son’s cancer is terminal.My reaction? I was livid. I was red with anger. It took my son 7 months to be properly diagnosed (which really is what cost him his life. This cancer, caught early on, is very curable). There was another chart reading error made by the oncology team that happened prior which I haven’t gone into on here. There was going to the ER and being told it was just muscle spasms. And now after getting an “all clear” scan being told that not only is it not all clear, but in fact terminal!!! The oncologist explained that the whole body scan wasn’t capable of detecting cancer in the spine or some crap like that. I was never told that. I was never told that the “all clear” scan meant anything other than just that. The oncologist didn’t really seem to get my frustration and suggested I was free to take my son elsewhere if I wasn’t satisfied. Can you believe that. This person had been my son’s oncologist for 11 months, and this is the response I get.My son was given weeks to months to live. He ended up living another five months. He passed away on Valentine’s day of this year. The worst day of my life. And now my heart hurts every day.Edit: could i get a doctor to chime in? Why Not do a biopsy first. Bone and muscle. Rule out cancer. I know, costs so much. But guess what. My son would be alive now if this was policy.Edit2: So after the better part of two years I decided to contact a lawyer to see if a malpractice suit was even feasible. And after all you've read above, in the State of Michigan, USA, it is not. The only way I could sue and win is if they were withholding treatment to an extent until they discovered the cancer was spreading. So, oncologists in Michigan, go ahead, tell that family your loved one is free of cancer. Then, in the next week, let them know it's terminal. In the Great State of Michigan, that's all perfectly legal. And, I hate to get political, but it's compliments of the republican party which has ruled this state for 18 years and has decimated a citizen’s ability to sue for malpractice.
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What’s it like to have your atheism attacked?
Back in 1953, I was in the first grade, and we had to learn the “Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag.” No problem. It ended with “…one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”We also learned the national motto, which was E Pluribus Unum (out of many, one). They put it on the Great Seal of the United States, which is used to verify treaties and such. They put E pluribus unum on the Great Seal, not thinking that anyone would ever question what the motto was. What else would it be?Religious right wingers decided that since the creators of the country didn’t specifically say E pluribus unum was the motto, they could change it to “In God We Trust.” Getting away with that, they added “under God” to the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag. Getting away with that, they put In God We Trust on nearly all the money. Getting away with that, in my county, they put a granite monument in front of the court house with a Bible (opened half way), turned to the Ten Commandments, indicating the Holy Bible to be the source of all of man’s laws.Getting away with that, coaches were encouraged to have all the public high school athletic events preceded by the National Anthem, and a little good (clearly Christian) prayer before the games.The devout Christians have been pounding for “prayer in (public) schools” for a long time. President Trump’s Secretary of Education, Betsy de Vos, just such a devout Christian, was very annoyed when told that prayer in public schools, paid for by all religions or none, would be unconstitutional, along with the under God in the pledge, and prayers, led by clerics at events. Individually, silently, public school kids can pray all they want, if it does not disrupt the purpose of the school in the first place.De Vos decided that if you can’t put prayer into the public school, public school money (in the form of vouchers) could be taken away from them and given to private schools where prayer is allowed, encouraged and even led by teachers. If the religious can’t put prayer into the public schools, then take the students out of the public schools, and give tax money to the private schools that can do all the proper praying.That is the attack on atheism which is deplorable. It is by force, using underhanded, low life, unconvincing, back handed, pure hypocrisy.I really don’t mind attempts to convert me. Walking my big gentle dog, a devout Christian, who knows me, often tried to give me his con-line.“So,” I would tell him. “You believe in an omnipotent, all seeing all knowing God, maker of the universe, and of all things visible and invisible, who made man in his own image, but had to beget a son with an earthly virgin, instead of using the normal human equipment, and you must devote your earthly life to adoring that son, for the life in the life hereafter, right? And you believe in the power of prayer, right?”“How about converting me quickly by levitating my gentle dog? No more than a foot or so, please don’t hurt him.”I watch the dog, and nothing happens.“God and prayer,” the fellow says, “don’t work that way.”I say, “Well, you got that right.” and I walk on.Evidently, God and prayer might work for Touchdowns sometimes, but it doesn’t work too well at all for Typhoons, Typhus, Typhoid, or African Tympanic fever, does it?
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Is love jihad really happening in India, or is it a hoax?
Yes, love jihad is a dark reality of the world we are living in.The scary thing about this practice is that the so called ‘educated’ lot of the certain community is involved in it. I was just a step away from becoming a victim of one.I grew up in a very normal modern family. It is very common at my place to take tuitions from the students studying in the Government Colleges at my place while preparing for entrance examinations. And,this is how Zia came into my life.Now, when I met Zia, he was in his second year of M.B.B.S. He was supposed to tutor me for Biology. Now, Zia! What do i tell about him? He was magic for everyone around him. He was charming, good looking and an extremely well-read guy. He knew about almost everything happening in the world. At my city,where every other person is immensely educated and knowledgeable, he managed to stand above the crowd.Like every other girl, even I was smitten by his charm. As the age gap between the two of us was not that big, we became really good friends. We started talking about everything under the sky, he showed me a new world view and how could I as a 21st century independent and a very sound headed girl not be impressed by that dose of intelligence?As expected, one thing led to other and we were dating.Meanwhile, I cleared my entrance examination and got admission in the same medical college where he was studying.While I was at college, we were going strong. There were numerous secret dates and rendezvous. I like to keep things private and was also scared how my parents might react to it. He was always very protective about me and I absolutely loved it. I probably had the best time of my life in those years. 3 years went by like that and since he came from a conservative family, talks about his marriage started.He told me about it and ask me when will I be ready for marriage. When I told him that it's not possible until I get my degree first, like the overly supportive guy he was, he said not to bother till the time we both were ready.He had by then already told his family and taken a stand for our relationships. According to what he told me, there was a huge fight between his dad and him followed by arguments spanning over many days. He said that he even walked out of his home and was at the hostel for almost a month before his parents gave in their consent. Eventually, he asked me to go and meet his family. The first day I went to his home, it was a huge cultural shock for me. First, the locality he stayed in was a complete Muslim dominated area. It looked right out of Pakistan. The women at his home looked like they had no voice, they looked timid with their head covered and mouths shut. This should have been my first warning as in what was about to come but anyways, I chose to overlook all of them then. In my mind, I thought it's not like they can ever tame someone like me who is going to be a doctor in a year or so to come and will have an individual identity unlike the ladies at their house. I went to his home a number of times. I slowly started seeing a pattern. Every time I went to his place, his elder sister(who was apparently married but i always saw her doing nothing at Zia’s place) would start playing Peace Tv which always had Zakir Naik’spsignNowes on it. There were number of times when we had discussions over religion and I was very vocal about the fact that religion shouldn't be forced. I even told them beforehand that there shouldn't be any demand for conversion as I am more comfortable following the religion I was born in and that it would hurt my family’s sentiments. Her sister slowly started commenting on my clothes and career choices. According to her, being so career oriented is a waste as the focus of any girl should be in keeping their husband happy so that they don't get another wife. Whenever i confronted Zia about my fears, he always assured me that things will be different for us. I won’t ever be forced to do anything against my will. It was in these conversations that I realised what was wrong with the whole Islamic world. This community will never accept that their religion which was written down hundreds of years ago might have something faulty and unsuitable keeping the current world work scenario in mind. If you tell me that there are certain practices in Hinduism which are not right, I will give your perception a genuine thought. And if I feel it's right keeping all the facts in mind, I would totally accept it's flaw where as Muslims can’t bear a word against their religion. The whole base of the religion was violent and the people of the community are constantly fed with lie and manipulated facts.Also, something else changed, before the talks of marriage started, we never really had sex because of his religious beliefs which were twisted and turned according to his comfort. Whatever. Once I started going to his place, he started getting really intimate in the privacy of his bedrooms. For me it was very uncomfortable imagining his family under the same roof. When I asked him if it was not weird for him to take me inside his bedroom in the presence of his family and how his conservative family is suddenly so cool with us being alone together all the time. To which he said that now that it's confirmed that we will end up getting married, no one was going to say anything.Eventually he made me realise that there was no use holding back our urges anymore and we should have sex.I lost my virginity to this guy and now when I play those memories back in my mind, I realise that it was definitely not his first time. I remember the first thing he told me after sex. It was, ‘Ab toh kahi nahi ja sakti tum mujhe chodh ke’ **There is no way you are leaving me after this.**He started calling me to his home more frequently after that. Sometimes twice a day, and every single visit involved sex.I noticed another change in him, he started trying to manipulate me to not tell my parents about the relationship on the pretext that they won't agree and instead elope as soon as possible.He reasons sounded very genuine and true to me. Also, because after seeing the plight of Zia’s home, I was sure my parents would never agree to this marriage. He also started behaving a lot more conservatively, asked me to start covering my head when I go to his place which the silly-me-from-the-past followed very obediently. You see, I was in love! Zia slowly became very reclusive and deleted all his social media handles.After watching Zakir Naik’s videos almost every day, my perception about Islam was on the change as well. I started thinking thag maybe the community and the belief is not that bad at all, maybe the world is actually against them. I was brainwashed to such an extent that I actually started sympathizing with Bin Laden. I am so grateful that even then I had a logical voice somewhere in my mind which always questioned every single thing. All these went on for about an year.One evening he called me up to ask me to bring along a fresh pair of cloth(including undergarments) to his home.I went there and saw that there were more people at his home than usual.I had a very strange feeling that evening,a feeling I can't explain. It's usually at the centre of your gut telling you something bad was about to happen. And I couldn't just jerk it off.When I asked Zia about them, he said they were from the neighbouring mosque.He took me to his room and as usual had sex.But there was something different that, he was more caring as if this was an almost apologising act for what he was about to do.I don't know, I don't think any words can't describe the feeling I had that day. It eventually did save me from a lot of trouble that could have followed.He asked me to take a shower and change to the fresh clothes.While I was at the bathroom I texted about my whereabouts to the only 2 people who knew about our relationship(my best friends).After freshening up, he took me downstairs and there was already a maulana who was sitting at the centre. Zia slowly and very casually told me that all I have to do is repeat the Kalma after the Maulana for conversion as the other people from the community are not willing to welcome in a non-muslim which will be followed by a small Nikaah. He tried to make it sound very exciting and happy. I told him that I am not getting married to the community and if the terms of conversion was not there a year back when he introduced me to his family, it shouldn't be there now. All the people were looking at me now, being really nice and sweet saying things like ‘Allah tumhe Jannat naseeb karenge’, ‘Pyar me liye toh log duniya mein Kya kuch nahi karte’ ‘Allah ke raaste se barkar kuch nahi hota hai’ ‘Tum jaisi padhi likkhi khubsurat ladki humare kaum ki ban jayegi, toh usse acchi baat Kya ho sakti hai?’Zia literally pulled me to the centre of the room, and when I resisted, the maulana came to hit me. Those 10-15 mins of my life are what nightmares are made up of.Another man from somewhere said something which in a very polite translation would be something like, ‘Did you not satisfy her now? She should be calm. Why is she getting so fussy?’Someone added that I should be taken upstairs and be given another dose of relaxant( he meant sex).When all of this was happening, I don't know what came over me, my mind was calm and calculating the chance of me getting out of that place without getting harmed and keeping my dignity intact. Once we signNowed his room, I told Zia that I texted my friends about being at his place. He thought I was bluffing but I showed him the messages.I told him that it would not take much for my dad to get to know about this.Plot twist? Now, my Dad, as you all are about to know and as he knew, is a District Magistrate. I have never been more thankful about his profession than I was at that moment because the fear I saw on his face was enough to know that I was safe. That if required Zia will personally make sure that I signNow home safely.Later that night I told my family about everything.A case was filed against Zia which didn't culminate to much because I was 18 and an adult.So, my dad used his powers to make sure Zia couldn't ever practice medicine at my city at least. Talk about passive aggression.Their business licence was also suddenly taken away(*wink*)Don't judge my dad, he was just taking revenge for his little daughter.I received an anonymous message from Zia about an year and a half later which cleared out a lot of the questions I had.He said that when he told his dad about me, the first thing his dad did was talk to the Maulana. All the men from his community visited his home and brainwashed him into thinking that the only way to be with me was to follow whatever they said as the ‘kafirs’(and by that he meant my parents) would try to keep away the girl who was rightfully his. When they got to know which family I came from( my mom too is a renowned doctor at my city), they thought it was too risky to follow the normal pathway for a love jihad(elope, conversion and marriage), so they asked Zia to try to manipulate me to not let my family know about us.According to him, he was forced to have sex with me as the men thought that it would keep me emotionally attached to him. Not that they were wrong.They even asked him to get me pregnant. As I won't be able to leave him after that. Thankfully, Zia was a little better than them. He made sure that we always used protection.Their plan was to get us married and sent to Mumbai the very next day where we would stay at his relatives place and a month or two later, after they get my passport ready, to sent us both to Saudi.They thoughts that the new and sudden changes in my life will keep me from trying to contact my family. And, once I settle down in Saudi, they will own me.Since, I was an educated girl from a very good background, Zia’s family would have been paid in lakhs as a gift from the community.He apologised for everything at the end.Whatever.A lot has changed in my life, I am currently practicing medicine as well as preparing for my upcoming exams.As for Zia, I have no idea about his whereabouts. Last I heard, he was in Dubai.May be he did love me at some point of time. Maybe he just wasn't strong enough to fight them all.But, he was as wrong as everyone else in that room that night.To all the girls, please use your gut feeling to use. Had I not messaged my friends that evening, maybe I would have somewhere with my head covered and my mouths shut and without a ‘Dr.’ prefixing my name. Only you can help yourself out. Of course my family helped me later not just with getting over it but with counselling sessions and support throughout that but had I not helped myself by texting my friends, none of these would have mattered.Always know that your family has your back even if it is at your worst, even if it is at times when you yourself cannot look at the mirror without feeling ashamed.And, be ready to face the brunt of your mistakes. When everyone got to know what happened, I got a lot of hate. I heard a lot of people talking nasty things behind me, but I feel this is how life works. I brought a lot of shame and pain to my parents, and so I had to face all of these at the end.And, that is absolutely better than what my future could have been.I can live with this.
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How can I be quiet? How can I control myself to not speak much?
Parents are worried when toddlers wont speak and when they learn to speak, the are asked to sit quiet. Point is, your branding as a big talker or a quiet persona is not a absolute thing. I have seen talkative people complaining about other talkers and quiet people’s discomfort in conversation with other quiet people.But there needs to be some line to differentiate one from other even if it is relative. One way I consider this is, how a person responds to open ended & closed ended questions.So if two people respond to an open ended question, and one uses 20 words and other uses 50 words, for me both are more or less equally talkative or quiet, as more use of more words can be credited to other factors also ex: command on the language, knowledge of subject, ability to think of the feet, your interpersonal relationship, mood on that particular day, health issues etc.When a person changes a closed ended question into an open ended question, for me that is a signNow sign of person being talkative. If I ask some one what time it is, and I get all the details on why he forgot his watch at home, or what happened yesterday at same time, for me the person is talkative. This doesn't make that persona a good or bad person, and I enjoy the conversation if I have time. It matters when you don't have time.So one ways of changing this habit can be :Observe yourself or ask some well-wisher, if you have tendency to answer closed ended question by converting them into open ended question. If yes, then next time when someone ask you something, think for a moment if this is a closed ended or open ended question and respond accordingly. As per me, no need to change anything if this is a open ended question anyway except if you are making conversation dull.In case you are making it dull to open ended questions, then you can try 21 Words techniques. I heard this from one of my friend, who practiced to use less than 21 words to respond to anything. For starters he would anticipate the conversation and choose his replies carefully till it becomes a habit.In my surrounding, I have seen an old religious tradition of Maun Vrata ( Keeping Fast without speaking Whole day ). It is amazing how much we want our ability to speak and you would realize it if you keep this fast. You are not supposed to write anything, you can just use gestures to explain things. I think it gives a phase of introspection and also one can realize how much you can learn from listening to others than speaking whole day.And always remember, being quiet also does not make people comfortable. So balance is the key and with patience it can be learned over time.Source : Google Image
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What is your review of God’s Not Dead?
I was begged by some really really Christy friends of mine to watch this movie, as it would “completely change my life” and “open my eyes to truth”. They touted it, along with “Left Behind” and “A Matter of Faith” as movies that show how Christians are persecuted, yet ultimately redeemed as being right.Always open to new ideas and wanting to understand the “oppressed” (cough, choke, hack…. Sorry, something in my throat), I watched all three movies. I won’t review the other two, I’ll just say my opinion of them is the same or worse as “God’s Not Dead”.So, GND…. To say this is a bad movie is an insult to bad movies. I think I enjoyed Dirty Dancing more than this one. So, to start, it is really really really bad. Why? Well, let’s break it down.The premise is completely ridiculous. The premise is that a kid goes off to college and he goes to a class taught by “an evil atheist” professor, who offers to give all the kids in the class an A for the semester just by signing a paper admitting they believe god is dead. Can anyone point me to that college? If all I have to do is sign papers and make the Dean’s list every semester and graduate cum laude, I’m in!! Please, this is the dumbest premise ever. It would never happen, could never happen, should never happen. It is a cheap attempt by the writers to pretend that colleges are “super liberal brainwashing camps, that are ruining conservatism”. Don’t insult my intelligence. If I were a Christian, I would already be walking out of the theatre in disgust.The characters are shallow and stupid. There is no depth, no emotion, no interesting quirks, no inner conflicts. They are just cheap caricatures of people who don’t exist in real life. The teacher is a silly stupid metaphor for Satan. Smooth, crafty, charismatic, and offering seductive gifts, like free A’s. He has no desire to educate kids, or teach his class, or work, or mentally challenge the students, or engage them. He is just an evil bastard that wants to make fun of Christians and break their faith. The “sympathetic” character is an even more caricatured stereotype of the good Christian kid, who goes off to the big city, without the protections of his church, only to have his faith tested, but then he digs down to this deep place inside him and finds strength in god to speak up, even though he normally wouldn’t be that kind of guy…. Excuse me while I go barf up my dinner. I’ll be right back.The side stories are stupid, pedantic, neophytic, pablumated horse shit. The good religious girl dating the evil cradle robbing atheist. The bad business man who gets what’s coming to him for cheating. The Muslim girl who is inspired to convert to Christianity, but will be thrown out of her family or murdered. Oh, Jesus! This is just cheap, condescending, racist, sexist, and offensive filler.The dialogue sounds like it was written by a third grade class. Wait, no, maybe first graders. Holy shit (no pun intended), the dialog will make you just laugh. Think “Nobody puts Baby in a corner”. Think Sylvester Stallone, but without all the eloquence. Think the exact opposite of Shakespeare, whatever that would be. Seriously, I don’t know who the writers were, but if you forced me to guess, I’d say they gave the outline of a story to a pre-teen Sunday school class, and then kicked out any of the kids that had an IQ over 85. The dialog reads like an impromptu Trump speech. Just word salad.The plot is lame. It is so slow paced, uninteresting, psignNowy, and thin. The only reason I was able to even stay awake is because I was constantly laughing at the stupid dialog and the absurd situations. If it weren’t for the fact that it is so accidentally hilarious, I would have been sawing at my wrists with a rusty spoon, just to make the pain go away.The conclusion is so predictable that their “surprise ending” is even predictable. I caught myself guessing the next lines and next actions of the characters, and getting it right every time, except I couldn’t fathom that they would do and say these things in such stupid ways. In the end (oh by the way, I’d say “spoiler alert”, except watching this movie will actually spoil your day, so I’ll just say “you’re welcome”), in the end the professor is struck by a car on his way home, and lies dying in the street. Our intrepid hero just happens to be there and sees this happen and rushes over to the dying professor. No, he doesn’t call for help, or try to give him any medical attention, or even ask him how bad he is hurt. He just knows, deep in his little Christian heart, that the professor is a goner. So, he tells him that he forgives him for hating god, and begs the professor to ask for god’s forgiveness before he croaks and its too late. Excuse me, BARF! Hurling chunks…. Whistling carrots…. Ok, sorry, I’m back.. The professor, finally sees the light (no pun intended), and realizes he has been callous and stupid and afraid his whole life, and as he takes his dying breath…. BARF. Vomit, PUKE!!.. Sorry, back again. He finally accepts god’s love and accepts Jesus as his savior, as we witness grace and the lights go out behind his eyes, and we know he was saved just in the nick of time. HURL!! Digestive fluid everywhere!! Spitting chicken tenders…. The dogs are happy….If you haven’t watched this film, don’t. It is two hours of pure stupidity that you will never get back. If you have seen this film, I’m sorry.
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