Month: February 2015

creative writing

February 7, 2015 / / 0 Comments

I was only young when the war broke out. It was like something I had never seen before; faces of joy would change to faces of grief. I would see people not much older than my brother going into war to fight for something that I hadn’t understood yet. They would put their lives on the line for some reason. Why would they be willing to put their lives on the line for their friends? For their family? For me ? I wouldn’t understand why people had to die for whatever reason it may have been. As I grew up I would see many families completely destroyed and separated, including mine. It wasn’t a pleasant view or experience. My brother & father had died when he went to this war. As I didn’t have anyone next to me, my desire was to be with someone, someone that would spend all their time with me. My father always told me ” una donna e come una rosa nel deserto, prendersi cura di quella rosa ” to take care of a rose in the desert does not mean ruining its life. My mother’s life was ruined without anyone next to her to help her and support her and I was not willing to let that happen again to any girl.

I was not able to receive love from my mother. I would just receive anger and isolation from her. I began to look for love and a passion in something else, anything. I was never brave enough to disrespect the teachings which were set in me by my parents. I could not be arrogant, violent nor selfish; it simply wasn’t a part of me. I would look for a girl that was willing to become my friend and companion. I was on a journey where no one understood me and couldn’t help me. As the  months passed by i was constantly confronted with the thought of my father and brother. It was a never ending thought, why would they go and leave us, it just didn’t seem right. Some years passed and I went on to work and provide food for me and my mother.

I would travel along the countryside of Italy everyday to go work I would see incredible things. I would see these amazing birds soar through the air, where the sky is their limit, the air bending as their feathers slice through it. As I look down from the skies, I see the beasts of the earth resting on what God has placed on the land for them; feeling the delicate grass on their feet as they stride through the land in search for their shelter. As night slowly creeps up on me the sky changes from light to dark with the sunset displaying its wave goodnight with these warm colours , and the stars would greet me as they appear one by one showing itself. As I look into the sky I would forget all my troubles and remember that my creator is watching over me and taking care of me.

My everyday journey from the city to the countryside was something I would never take advantage as i was able to see the good, the bad, to see betrayal and loyalty; to see love and hate. My aim was always to provide for my home and i was rewarded with these amazing sights as i would see the sun set and rise.Everyday was different and unique in its own way.On my journey to work I was encountered with a beautiful lady she was caring and compassionate towards me nevertheless I didnt pay attention to her and carried on but she saw something about me.I was confused, I was simply a young man holding up a broken home. She would walk with me on my journey tell me stories and teach me things. As we walked she told me about her father which also went to war and said” he was a good man, he always loved me and took care of me, but clearly not enough” I could understand the way that she felt. She was just like me, living in a broken home. She was the rose that my dad told me to take care of.

On the journey to work I had taken another route , so as I travelled along my path I would see my boss telling me to hurry up to work, I could see him from afar that he wasn’t angry or happy but worried and confused. I started running as I got closer I could see that the land was destroyed, all my work destroyed. A discovery was made; bones, weapons, could my brother and father be here underneath our feet?.

 

Ban the burkha

February 5, 2015 / / 0 Comments

Ban the Burkha debate

This piece of clothing is just a way of young Muslim women to symbolise how our society is multicultural and diverse and even philosophically tolerant. Unfortunately this is a piece of clothing which imprisons women and is a potential threat to security, the reason behind this is because if we were all to wear this then catching criminals would be a nightmare, and would be near to impossible.As this is part of a religion and mindset of people, when they go to the airport they would not be asked to take of their Burkha simply because they do not want to go against their belief, but by doing this we would not be able to identify the person which would want to board the plane.

This is an extreme security risk due to the fact that face recognition would not be available.

There was an article talking about how a woman that was not Muslim wore this piece of clothing and when she went to the airport to migrate to a different country she was not questioned or asked to take the Burkha of and even though these security officers didn’t recognise this woman and they weren’t able to identify her they still let the woman through and she went on the plane unrecognised

not only is security an issue, but it is also about their religion itself, they do not HAVE to wear these burkes and cover their whole body as we can see that in the Koran verse 24 chapter 30 it says that “men should lower their gaze” when meeting a women to not stare in a wrongful way, but if he woman are being covered from head to toe, then this phrase/instruction would not be necessary.

Another discussion about banning the burka  is that if everyone has equal rights and men and women have equal rights then that would mean that everyone has the right to mask their faces, and that would become an outrage and no one would be happy.

also another one of the problems would be the women’s health, in the process of them covering their bodies they hardly receive any sunlight and no exposure,  a recent study in Arab Emirates that all but four were deficient in vitamin D, and the situation in Arab emirates are better than here in the up where it is really damp and dark, unfortunately our society is already seeing a rise in rickets and other bone related diseases, for the first time since the World War 1

 

  • health
  • security
  • society
  • religion

These are all points which many of the people which wear the burkha do not actually think about until its being affected and then there is nothing else to do.