Because there’s too much hate in the world and it makes me so super sad. We’re not born racist, or sexist, or homophobic, or anti any kind of humans or animals. It’s all about what is taught to us and the vibes we get from the people that surround us. Let’s try and raise children who respect humans of any race, colour or creed and are kind souls, gentle with people and gentle with animals. Children who are loving and caring and go out of their way to help others and fight for their cause even if it doesn’t affect them. Let them not be so spoilt that they find injustice against others okay or permissible because it’s not happening to them. Let’s teach them to look at the world with an open mind and work for something good. We can make a difference, albeit a tiny one, but a difference nonetheless. We can bring up a respectful, tolerant generation of little people and from there on it’s a chain reaction of goodness spreading throughout the world.
There is so much that is wrong in the world. Not a day goes by that I don’t hear of some terrible tragedy that has happened and it breaks my heart. What hurts even more is that the good people don’t get much coverage, it’s always the baddies. Everyone knows who they are and then they generalise and make EVERYONE bad. What about the good guys who are striving to wipe them out? The latest hashtag, killallmuslims – really gets to me. Just because a bunch of fanatics who are uneducated, illiterate and caught in some power tussle decide to lose their marbles and act like animals does not, by any standard, mean that every and all muslims are like that. Take me for example… I’m a open-minded, liberal, skin-showing, jeans-wearing, dog-loving muslim girl. I have friends from various faiths and religious backgrounds and we’re quite tolerant of each other. I don’t propagate hate or incite violence against ANYONE else. Sure I have fantasies where I can beat the crap out of terrorists and anyone who hurts or causes damage to animals or humans, cos every life is precious… but I would never in a million years desecrate someone’s religion or beliefs, mock them or if someone did the same to me, kill them. I’d be kind and patient and try to treat them the way I’d like to be treated rather than stoop down to their level. Food for thought, eh? I think this one here is enough…
Less tired today, but not completely. Still have that hungover (from lack of sleep) kind of feeling. It’s getting cold now, so I slept with a hat last night which really seemed to help my sinuses. I was glad to hear, just before I went to sleep, that the Sydney siege was over; couldn’t shake the thought all day. I kept imagining what it would be like if, God forbid, I was in that cafe, being held hostage. I can’t stand the idea of someone asserting their power over me for any reason, and so I’d probably have tried to kick him in the face, and then between the legs. Yes, I’m a violent one :/ Unfortunately, two hostages also lost their lives and my thoughts are with the families and loved ones of Katrina Dawson & Tori Johnson. Though I’m not really sad about the guy holding them hostage dying, I do wish he had lived and we could figure out why he did this, but then again, the world is better off without people who instil terror into our hearts and our daily lives. What really enrages me is that people like this “self-styled Islamic Cleric” give people like me, peaceful, people-loving, tolerant, open-minded muslims a bad rap :(
Gah! Yesterday was so HARD. I just couldn’t seem to pull myself out of bed in the morning. I felt lethargic and weirdly meh. So I stayed home and had a bit of a duvet day being lazy with the cats. All four of us were sprawled across different areas of the bed moving in and out of peaceful slumber. That didn’t last too long though, for me anyway, it wasn’t long before the office was missing me and my phone started ringing. So what was meant to be a restful day, stayed a stressful day, albeit in bed. I finally pried myself out of bed at around 5pm, had a cuppa tea, brushed my teeth – I had already showered and changed around noon – and tried to face the day, only to end up on the couch! I thought if I go to bed early, I’d feel better today, but even though I tried, it was half past twelve, or thereabouts, before I finally drifted off, only to be awoken by the melodious singing of my phone’s alarm. My head still hurt and I felt dizzy and a little nauseous but I thought I’d better get to work. I’m a bit of a professional like that. You see, I’m meeting my friends for dinner tonight – hopefully I’ll be able to stomach it – and it would look really bad if I pulled a sickie and was then seen out dining in fancy clothes, looking perfectly well! So here I am… at work, feeling a little ill, picking at pomegranate and delicious oranges and sipping on green tea. Any way, that’s enough of my sob story for the day! Here are some quotes about life and change. 2015 is coming and we’ve only got a month left in 2014. Let’s make it count and think about what we can change in 2015 to make our lives healthier, happier, more productive and more impactful on others. Also, with all this hatred and intolerance in the world, what can we do that shows love, tolerance and acceptance? Aren’t we all human before we’re anything else? Isn’t all that matters in the kind of people we are and what’s in our hearts? Shouldn’t our caring, generous, loving, accepting natures be more important than what God (if any) we believe in, what nationality we were born into or how much money we make/have? I think so…
So I don’t want to start any kind of debate here but I find it increasingly difficult to sit and listen to people go off on a tangent that is disrespectful to another point of view be it religious, cultural, sectarian, racist or even political. Sure tolerance means that we listen to what everyone has to say, but then other people need to be vigilant too, of what it is that’s coming out their mouths. Do they purposely say things to jab or hurt another party? Are they trying to get a reaction out of them? Will any good come of this? Why can’t they just agree to disagree?
Sure, sometimes, curiosity gets the better of me, and I like to read up on, or ask questions about beliefs that vary from my own. After all, what I believe too was taught to me. I wasn’t born with that point of view, but I was moulded to see things in that light. I’m open to the possibility that perhaps how I see the world is faulty, maybe another opinion makes more sense. However, for me to learn, I need to keep an open mind, and being defensive about other people saying things otherwise will only make me dogmatic and in a way, illiterate.
I pray to God to give me patience and tolerance so that I can hear everything without being infuriated and without letting it get to me. And I ask God to keep me strong so that I cannot be brainwashed or easily misguided. And most of all I pray to God to surround me with people who, though may challenge my opinions and beliefs, are respectful, and accepting of me as I am.
Life is short… let’s coexist in peace and harmony with each other, and learn along the way. Let’s laugh and sing and be happy. Let’s LIVE.