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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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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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The secrets of the wise

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Her heart is for the visitor, the traveler, the new mother and the newlywed. To the world, she is a normal woman, however, I know her secret!

She truly is a special character in her own right. One of a kind. Traditional yet open-minded, thoughtful and deliberate, she has the renowned reputation of welcoming many guests to her home. A conversation with her is guaranteed to be filled with laughter, humor and great wisdom. I have never met someone so willing to share what she has.

The last time that we spoke, she mentioned how happy she felt as she entertained both friends and family. At the time, sixteen of us were gathered in two small rooms.

“I am grateful for all that I have received, so why should I not return the blessing?” she said to me.

“If you can ever do anything Sarah, you must show people, true love, remind them of their own worth in any way that you can!”

These words have stayed with me for quite a time. After all, they are powerful words, spoken by a woman who has known much suffering and pain, spoken by a woman who has had no choice but to be brave and journey through each challenge courageously.

Not many people know of her story and even fewer people know of her life.

Before the night fades and the sun begins to rise in the indigo sky and before the Fajr prayers echo between the city streets – she awakes and begins to prepare breakfast.

No two days are the same, and there is no telling who will come to visit and who will come to stay.

As she glances into the mirror whilst fixing her red, long wavy hair, a lifetime flashes before her eyes. Her lifetime. Her legacy. She remembers the stories: the pain, the challenges, the passion, and survival. As she sweeps her hair behind her ears, she glances over and views the several pictures of her family hung on the wall: her daughters, her sons, her pride and her joy.

The thudding sound of the rusty courtyard door awakes her from her reflection. The cleaner is arriving, humming softly upon entry carrying fresh produce from Baab Al – Amud (the Damascus Gate.) She greets the cleaner and welcomes her.

Click, the Fairuz tape begins to rattle in the player – and the cleaner begins to work and sing. Her strong voice echos throughout the house and out into the courtyard:

خدني ولا تخدني الفرح عالطريق حبك بيحصدني وماعندك رفيق

“Take me, joy is on the way, my love for you consumes me and you don’t have a companion”

And so she works – the meals, the visitors, the preparations for her family. Hours fly by and there is still more to be done. She joins in the cleaning, the sweeping.

After a while, the first neighbor arrives dressed in a suit and shiny black shoes that he has just polished. He is an Eritrean; he works late at night in the city center. Unfortunately, he does not own a television, so every Tuesday he comes to watch the latest news played on the Eritrean channel. He adjusts the channels and she starts to prepare the tea.

Colorful pictures flash before the unlikely pair.

“This is my city, my country. We have hotels there, people can visit..”

A myriad of colors floods the screen. As she listens to the music, she imagines what it would be like to wander through her friend’s distant-sounding homeland.

The kettle begins to sound indicating that the tea is finally ready.

They converse in broken Hebrew and Arabic whilst she pours the steaming tea into two tall clear glasses.

The flickering television continues to reveal the secrets and gems of Eritrea.

The neighbor leaves just before One o’clock, and she continues cleaning. After eating a little food, the maid prepares herself to leave, fixing her hijab across her face. Their eyes meet and they exchange a soft glance of warmth.

“See you tomorrow, Insha’allah”

As the day progresses her family begin to arrive. They come with their friends, their daughters, their sons. Within minutes the house is an array of different languages – Hebrew, Arabic, and some broken English – yes, all are loved here. ALL ARE WELCOMED HERE.

Some of the family stay for a few minutes, some stay for hours.

It’s 7:30pm and I walk up the stairs, three neighbors sit gathered around her. Those gathered smile and laugh together with her, she looks so radiant, so poised.

“Ahlan Sarah, habibti”

The neighbors shuffle to create some room and a chair is pulled up. We talk together in the courtyard whilst sipping our hot Arabic coffee. As my eye wanders, I see a white flower falling from the plant growing on the wall. Jasmine. It sways in the wind, slowly and softly falling in front of her, landing perfectly on her knees. When she sees it she smiles. She clasps the sweet flower in her hand and smells it with closed eyes. As her eyes open she looks at me, with a smile. Grasping the flower, she slowly places it into the corner of my hair. Her eyes are sparkling and she is beaming.

A wise woman once told me she was grateful and how she wanted to repay that blessing by loving others. A wise woman once told me to remind others of their worth. A wise woman once told me to love others unconditionally. The same wise woman has never once seemed unfulfilled. I have never once caught her on a quest to find herself, her identity or her calling – she is already aware of all three. I have learned her secret – counting our blessings does not guarantee us an easy life, however, it does give us the strength to find fulfillment in a world that does not revolve around ourselves. After all, to live is to love.

“If you can ever do anything ________, you must show people, true love, remind them of their own worth in any way that you can!”

البياض نصف الحسن بيت الظالم خراب ولكن بيت المحسن عمار

The house of a tyrant is a ruin but if you are charitable you are rich.



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ما هو الصديق الأكبر من الأخ؟

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“إذا كان بإمكانك الحصول على شئ إضافي واحد في حياتك، فما الذي سيكون لديك؟”

أجابت: “أتمنى أن يكون لدي أخ

كيف يمكنني أن أعرف أنه سيتم الرد على طلبي؟

كان صباح يناير مشمسا عندما توجهنا إلى مدينة جديدة للمرة الأولى

احببة ان اتعرف على مدينة جديدة وقد دعتني صديقتي إلى بيتها وكنت ممتنة الفرصة لمشاهدة مدينة لاول مرة

التقينا جميعا في المدينة وذهبنا لتناول وجبتنا الأولى معا. جربنا أيضا أيس كريم محلى شهير مصنوع من قصب السكر

وفي وقت قصير أصبحنا أصدقاء رغم أنني لم أتكلم بالعربية ويتكلموا القليل من اللغة الإنكليزية

لقد عدت إلى منزلهم عدة مرات لأكل المقلوبة اللذيذة أو أشرب القهوة على الشرفة أثناء مشاهدة غروب الشمس الذهبي فوق تلال القرى المجاورة

في غضون ذلك أصبحت أختهم وأصبحوا اخواني

وكثيرا ما نجلس معا، ونضحك معا ونرقص معا أحيانا

غالبا ما ندرس معا، وسيكون هناك العديد من الكتب العربية والإنجليزية والرياضيات والعلوم المنتشرة على الطاولة

عندما أنا عدت إلى إنكلترا لم يتوقف التعلم – هو تلقى فقط يبدأ

كل بضعة أيام هم أرسلوا صور لواجبهم المنزلي وسألوا أسئلة عن قواعد اللغة الإنجليزية والمفردات الإنجليزية

أجبت على أسئلتهم بإرسال رسالة صوتية عندما كنت أمشي إلى الجامعة

في المقابل،انا أيضا رسلت لهم صورا لواجبي المنزلي وسألتهم أسئلة، أنهم أجبوا عليها فورا

من الصعب أن نعتقد أن سبع سنوات قد انقضت

لقد كانت السنوات السبع جميلة وأنا فخورة جدا بإخوني

بدأ بدر عامه الثالث في الجامعة، وهو مشيد جدا بمهارات إنكليزية استثنائية وهو في طريقه لتحقيق أشياء عظيمة. كشاب موهوب، ماهر ومتحفز، أنا متأكد من أن بدر ستصل إلى مرتفعات الأوساط الأكاديمية

وتخرج اياد من المدرسة الثانوية وسيبدأ دراسته الجامعية في غضون أسابيع. لقد عمل بجد وهو مثال رئيسي على المرونة والتصميم. إن مهاراته في مجال الأعمال استثنائية ولا يمكنني الانتظار لمشاهدة ثمار عمله الشاق

هادي هو مستكشف بطبيعته ولا يزال أمامه سنوات قليلة قبل أن يكمل امتحاناته. لذلك ليس هناك سوى وقت لطبيعته الفضولية والفورية أن تنمو. ويتعلم هادي من خلال تجربته ولا يفتقد أبدا فرصة لتحدي قدراته

أنا فخورة لأن لدي هؤلاء الإخوان في حياتي

انا ممتنة لرحلات التسوق، وليالي السينما، وسباقات بوليوود، والرحلات، والمكالمة على الهاتف

ناهيك عن مساعدتهم ودعمهم المستمر في دراستي وتأييدهم لكتابتي

لقد كان من الجميل مشاهدة كيف يمكن أن تؤدي اللطف وحسن الضيافة البسيطة إلى صداقات أقوى من الكلمات

لقد كنت متهورا لأشهد استعدادهم الكبير لمساعدة ودعم أخت لتحقيق أحلامها

إخواني, انا آمل أن أساعدكم بنفس الطريقة التي ساعدتوني بها على مدى السنوات السبع الماضية

أنتم خاصتان بالنسبة لي وسأعتز بمحادثاتنا وذكرياتنا إلى الأبد

الصدّيق يحب في كل وقت. اما الاخ فللشدة يولد

A friend is always loyal, and a brother is born to help in time of need.


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What greater friend than a brother?

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“If you could have one extra thing in your life, what would you have?”

“A brother,” I said.

How could I know that in a few years my wish would be answered?

It was a sunny January morning when we headed to a new city for the first time. Ola and I were exploring. Our kind friend had invited us to stay at her house overnight.

My friend had three sons and they met us in the city. We all went for our very first KFC meal together and tried the famous local Ice Cream made from sugar cane.

It did not take long for us to become friends, even though our communication was limited. At this point, I could not speak Arabic and they could only speak some English.

Time and time again I would return to their house; whether to eat delicious maqloubeh or to sit drinking coffee on the balcony watching the golden glowing sunset over the hills of the neighboring villages.

Within a matter of time, I became a sister and they became brothers.

We would often find ourselves sitting together, laughing together and yes, even dancing together. It was certainly not unusual for us to study together and there would often be many Arabic, English, Maths and Science books scattered across the table. We learned together, practiced together and worked together.

When I returned to England the learning did not stop – it had only just begun.

Every few days my phone would ‘ping’ with pictures of homework assignments and questions about English vocabulary and grammar. I would often answer their questions by sending a voice message on my daily morning commutes to University.

In return, I would also send them pictures of my homework assignments and ask them questions, which they faithfully answered on a daily basis.

Since those early days, seven years have passed – I can barely believe it! How beautiful those years have been and I am so very proud of all three of them.

Bader is starting his second year in University, he is a high achiever with exceptional English skills and he is on the way to achieving great things. As a talented, skilled and motivated young man, I am certain that Bader will reach the heights of academia.

Eyad has just graduated from his tawjihi (A-Levels) and he will start his University degree in a matter of weeks. Eyad has worked hard and he is a key example of resilience and determination. His skills in business are phenomenal and I can not wait to see the fruits of his hard work unfold.
Hadi is an explorer by nature and he still has a few years ahead of him before he will complete his tawjihi (A- Levels). Therefore there is nothing but time for his inquisitive and curious nature to grow. Hadi learns by experiencing and he never misses an opportunity to question and challenge his abilities.

I consider myself so very honored to have these three fun-loving brothers in my life. I am grateful for all of our shopping trips, outings, movie nights, Bollywood singalongs, journeys, and phonecalls. Not to mention of course their constant help and support with my studies and their support of my writing.

It really has been beautiful to watch how simple-hearted kindness and hospitality can lead to friendships which are stronger than words.

How humbling to witness such a great willingness to help and support a sister to achieve her dreams!

My brothers, I only hope to be able to help you in the same way that you have helped me over the past seven years.

You mean so very much to me and I will cherish our conversations and memories forever.

.الصدّيق يحب في كل وقت. اما الاخ فللشدة يولد

A friend is always loyal, and a brother is born to help in time of need.


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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)