Uplifting and Encouraging, اللغة العربية

يوم المرأة العالمي: رسالة شخصية إلى قلبك

هذا المقال مخصص لأمي وجداتي المذهلات اللاتي عشنَ حياتهن في تشجيعي وتحفيزي على متابعة أحلامي فحياتي بدون حبهن وحكمتهن تبدو مختلفة جدا.

كل عام في 8 آذار، تجتمع النساء والرجال للاحتفال بالإنجازات المذهلة للمرأة ويعتبر اليوم نفسه مركز تنسيق لحركة حقوق المرأة. إن هذا اليوم مهم جدا ويحتفل به في جميع أنحاء العالم من جنسيات وأعراق عديدة

ومن وجهة نظري، أشعر بالفخر لكوني امرأة. أنا سعيدة وأنا أكبُرُ ببطء أكثر فأكثر في هويتي. والواقع أن هذه لم تكن الحال دوما

ومثل العديد من النساء الأخريات، تلقيت بعض التعليقات القاسية وواجهت بعض الحالات الصعبة بسبب نسويتي على وجه التحديد. هذا ليس صحيح وهو ليس عادلا: في الحقيقة، يثبت أننا نعيش في عالم آثم وغير عادل.

وكما ذكرت سابقا، ليس الأمر سيئاً، فالنساء ما زلن  مذهلات، وبإمكاننا معا أن نبني بعضنا البعض بالحب والقوة

أنا أتذكّر مرحلة مشؤومة من مراحل حياتي فيها عشت مشاعر الحزن . شعرت بانعدام الأمان والوحدة القاتلة للغاية. لقد شعرت بأنني  شخص لا يستحق الحب، وكنت أعتقد أنني ناقصة. في الحقيقة  أنا أعلم الآن أنني لست وحدي: فقد خاضت العديد من النساء هذا الموقف ، أو شعرن الآن بهذه الطريقة. أتذكر أنني أمشي خلال تلك الفترة الظلماء أحاول التمسك بأي بصيص أمل أو أي شيء يبهجني.

لقد شعرت صديقة لي بأن هناك خطبا ما وأنني لست على مايرام . وفي يوم ما جاءتني بصندوق صغير. وأتذكر قولها: “افتحيه حينما أغادر.” فحينما غادرت فتحت الصندوق الصغير وعثرت على أقراط الذهبية على شكل قلب وفاجئتني برسالة زينتها بكلمات كانت كل ما أحتاجه في تلك المرحلة

عزيزي سارة

أولا قمت بشراء ذهب وأنا أعلم أنك تستحقين الأغلى وثانيا اشتريت لك هذا الشكل وهو شكل القلب وأعني به أنك دائما في قلب الله

واسمحوا لي أن أوضح نقطة: كثير من النساء يكافحن من أجل مظهرهن: وزنهن ، جمالهن، ملابسهن حجم وأكثر. وأنا أدرك جيدا أيضا أن هناك كفاح أكثر بكثير تواجهه المرأة يوميا.

وأنا أشارك بهذه القصة لتذكيركِ بأن الكلمة الطيبة قادرة على تغيير مجرى حياة أحدهم. يمكن لفعل واحد بسيط من الحب أن يحول نظرات متعبة من اللحظات المظلمة إلى نظرات سعيدة ممتلئة بالنور الساطع من السكينة.

هذا اليوم العالمي للمرأة وهذا العام، أرجو من الجميع محاولة دعم النساء الأخريات. يرجى دفع نفسك لممارسة التشجيع وحب بعضنا البعض. ونحن أقوى إذا اتحدنا.

لكل من تقرأ هذا المقال، سأدعو لكِ بأن تتلقى اليوم إدراكاً راسخاً لمدى قيمتك وقيمك. أنت محبوبه وغالية وانا أحبك.

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International Women’s day: A personal letter to your Heart

This article is dedicated to my incredible mother and grandmothers who spent or have spent their lives encouraging me and motivating me to follow my dreams. Without their love and their wisdom my life would look very different.

Every year on March 8th Women and Men come together to celebrate the amazing achievements of women. The day itself is considered a focal point for the movement of women’s rights. The day is so important and celebrated throughout the world by people of many nationalities and races.

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From my perspective, I am proud to be a woman. I am happy and I am slowly growing more and more into my identity. In truth, this has not always been the case.

Like many other women, I have recieved some harsh comments and experienced some hard situations specifically because of my gender. This is not right and it is not fair: in fact, it proves that we live in a sinful and injust world.

As I said earlier, it’s not all bad – women are still incredible and together we can build each other up in love and strength.

I remember one dark time in my life when I trully felt terrible. I felt so insecure and very alone. I felt unworthy of love and I believed that I was not enough. Truth be told, I know now that I was not alone: many women have felt, or currently feel this way. I remember walking through this dark time trying to hold onto any hope or uplifting comment that I could find.

A friend of mine had sensed that something was wrong. One day she came to me with a small box and a card. I remember her saying : “Open this when I leave.” I opened the small box to find two golden heart shaped earrings.

Dear Sarah,

I bought you these earrings because they are beautiful, like you. I also bought you these earrings to remind you of something, firstly these earrings are made of Gold. I actually believe that God sees your worth as more than gold. Secondly, these earrings are hearts – Sarah, don’t forget that you are always in God’s heart: he sees you as his daughter.

– My Friend

Let me clarify a point. Many women struggle with their appearance: their weight, their beauty, their clothes size and more. I am also well aware that there are far more struggles that women face on a daily basis.

The point of sharing this story is to remind you that even the smallest act of encouragement can really bless someone. One simple act of love can lift someone’s eyes from dark moments into hopefulness.

This International Women’s day and this year please try to support other women. Please push yourself to practice encouragement and love one another. We are stronger if we are united.

For everyone who reads this article, I will pray that today you recieve a firm realisation of just how worthwhile and valuable you are. You are loved and treasured and I love you!

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Hands on Hope – A Friend to those facing dark times.

“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, ‘What are you doing for others?’”

– Martin Luther King JR

In 2017 I spent six months in the incredible country of Jordan. As a student based in Amman, I was quickly overwhelmed by the generosity and hospitality of local Jordanians. The country is filled with beauty, from the glorious countryside to the bustling cities. I would certainly recommend that you pay Jordan a visit. Throughout my time in Jordan I came into contact with the organisation Hands-On Hope and I would love to share with you about their projects to help local Jordanians.

Hands-On Hope is a local Jordanian NGO based in Amman. Founded in 2015, the NGO prides itself in being committed to helping the poorest of the poor, no matter what the nationality. Under the leadership of Jacki Scott, the organisation seeks to provide critical support to those suffering under hardship.  Jacki and her team of volunteers pride themselves in taking time to invest in the current and future generations of Jordan by providing support with the aim of helping people become self sufficient.

One thing that I personally appreciate about Hands-On Hope is the feeling of community. Supporters and volunteers come together and unite as one to make a difference; this feeling of community is something truly unique and special. The Hands-On Hope community is in reality a family.

Some people say they work to help needy people, but I think we work to help ourselves: we are the needy people! We need the feeling of joy that they give us when we help them. They need money or food maybe, but we need something more important: we need happiness!

– A quote from a volunteer from Hands-On Hope.

The Hands-On Hope team is a perfect example of ordinary people coming together to make an extraordinary difference; for that reason I would like to encourage you to support their amazing projects.

January bread drive

One such project is the monthly bread drive. A bread drive ensures that families receive enough bread: a major staple food of the local diet. It also serves as a way to ensure that children are eating foods of nutritional value.

Hands On-Hope are requesting support so that they can extend their drive further in order to reach more communities throughout Jordan. Can you help with this incredible project? Even a small donation goes a long way.

Baby formula provided to the children

Another project is the baby formula drive; a new project designed to provide families with nutritional baby formula with the aim of preventing malnutrition and anemia. This baby formula helps the children get the vital nutrition that they need.

If you can’t feed a hundred people, feed just one.

– Mother Teresa

If you are interested in learning more or if you feel that you can donate to this incredible organisation, here are some ways to get in touch.

First, contact Jacki Scott at jkiscott@gmail.com to find out more information about upcoming projects or required items. Jacki would love to talk to you about her vision and would love to connect with you.

Then, become a member of the Facebook community; share your support and encouragement and celebrate when people receive the aid and support that they require.

Join the Facebook community: web.facebook.com/HandsOnHope/ 

If you wish to contribute to Hands-On Hope and their projects, you can send a payment to Jackie via pay pal: jkiscott@gmail.com

Finally please spread the word and share about Hands-Of Hope. With your support lives can be changed and a real difference can be made in the community. Please share this organisation with your friends, colleagues and the community and together let’s make a positive difference to impact the lives of many people in Jordan!

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Release

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This is a poem that reflects the courage that one may need to step out, let go of old things and embrace new beginnings; it is dedicated to anyone who is on the verge of change. 

The child stood alone for a time,
Balloons in hand,
And quietness flooded the place,

Could she dare to let them go?
Blue, Yellow, Green.
Would she ever see them again?
Where would they go?

When would they arrive?
What adventures would they have on their way?
She could not know,
She would never know!

She only knew that the time they had spent together
had come to an end. 
With trembling hand, she raised up the first,
be blessed wherever you go!
So, gently was the string let loose
a gust of wind and it was gone. Forever.

The second seemed easier, a flash of yellow,
blurred by the sun.
Then it too was gone.
Drifting lazily along and up

With confidence now, the last balloon was raised,
and, with a small pause of reflection
and a thoughtful stare, 
it too was caught up by the breeze.
And its final course was set.

Still, she stood there, time being still,
contemplating,
remembering,
then, at last, she turned – and there they were,
the new balloons
orange, red and purple.
How beautiful they looked!
Waiting and bobbing in the breeze,
waiting just for her!

Slowly, she reached out
and took hold of the strings,
stepping forward
she let them move in the breeze,
ever so carefully, not letting them go.
Then, moving faster, she let them bob behind her
as she ran down the hill, 
into what the new day would bring.

 

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Hope, can you hear me?

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I made a mistake today, like yesterday and the day before.

I imagined that I was not lovable.

One thought triggers another thought.

Before I knew what had happened, what I had imagined became a belief.

I am unlovable.

The silent contemplation of my broken soul and the whisper of fear in a dark night’s dream had convinced me.

So I began to fear.

With each night’s painful turn, I summoned a cry with all of my might, in the hope that someone, anyone, would hear me.

And all I saw was a faint silhouette.

A man, perhaps?

A ray of light.

And thus it continued.

Once or twice a rare flicker of light lit up the darkness like a burning flame.

But still, nothing.

There were no answers to my prayers and there was no comfort for my tears.

Only bravery.

BRAVERY.

Call it what you will, it is all that I have.

And faith, the faith to believe that as impossible as the situation would seem…

I am lovable.

We are lovable.

You are lovable.

And for the brave soul that is holding on for the answer that they so desperately need.

You really are loveable. 

My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life. Psalm 119: 50

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Listen, even the silence is whispering!

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It had been a long month. Come to think of it, it had been a long few months. I leaned against the sea wall and stared out into the distance. The blurry waves were dancing along with the wind. The winter sun had long since hidden himself behind the clouds that touched the surface of the horizon. The sky was a fusion of unsuspecting colours – shades of blue and red which blended into each other like a piece of artwork.

I wish I had been able to appreciate the landscape more, it was beautiful, but my mind was a mess of tangled thoughts.

An empty, lonely, frustrated mess.

I closed my eyes and asked my heart, how would I define myself at this moment?

My heart answered within seconds.

I am pain’s captive, my feelings were the product of a hope that felt too big and a dream that was too easily shattered. I had grown accustomed to the voices of those whom I had loved, and the time had come for them to leave.

Some voices left quickly in the night, like a strong puff of breath onto a flickering flame. Gone in seconds.

Others left over time.

Once they had left it was necessary to gather the moments and the stories – all that had been shared and convert them into memories to be stored away for a rare reminiscent occasion, such as today.

The first few stars were shining in the sky.

I missed the old me, the girl who danced in the rain laughing and singing. I missed the girl who had the energy to soar through her dreams. I missed the girl who always knew the words to say. The same girl who drew big smiling faces on the steamed-up windows of cars. She seemed like a distant memory, one never to return.

I lifted up my head and watched the birds, flying in unison, shooting into the distance. Like some sort of orchestra, the waves lept higher into the sky and crashed down into the water beneath them with a magnificent voice. More stars were starting to appear. The moonlit up the sky like a flame and it’s shattered reflection danced across the water’s surface.

Within a second or two, a shooting star swept the sky.

I swear it was for me!

Everyone knows how much I love the stars.

Pain is a captor, it’s deadly grasp is very real. It convinces you that you are alone, that you were never loved and that you never will be loved. It snarls and tells you that you were an accident, a mistake and that what you are feeling is normal. It tells you that every beautiful thing you thought you had – every gift, skill and life lesson was and still is worthless. Pain says yes to hate and revenge and tells you how to fire the weapon. Pain knows what it needs to grow.

I don’t know where I am in the course of my life and I don’t know what will happen in a few days. But I do know that pain is an antonym of peace. I know that pain is often a response of the harsh realities of life, a natural response that needs to heal. Pain can lead to fear of the unknown future – the one that was not hoped for. I know that pain can often lead to anger, the antonym of love.

And I know that there is no fear in love.

Love is something pure, something often undeserved. Like it’s antonym anger, love is a choice. Love is stronger when it addresses the truth. Love chooses to protect, it chooses to trust, it constantly hopes. Love is not inward-looking, but it looks outward and pushes onwards towards a higher purpose and greater glory.

Pain is real, hope is often very distant, trust requires insecurity and waiting takes time. Everything needs time to grow. Take hold of your memories, acknowledge the losses, record each triumph and count every blessing.

Spring is coming.

I will praise the Lord no matter what happens. I will constantly speak of his glories and grace, I will boast of all his kindness to me. Let all who are discouraged take heart.  Let us praise the Lord together and exalt his name. (Psalm 34)