How dead does one have to be from inside... How very dead... How impure... Maligned... How insanely dead dead dead to be able to kill 100 innocent children. Every time I read this news I think of my daughter Aayat and what difficult times I will be growing her up to see. I have fear inside me this morning. I have tears and I have so much pain. I feel like I am the mother of those hundred children. I feel I have been murdered today a hundred times. I feel dead. I feel wronged and I feel I am wronging my privileged life by doing nothing at all about changing this world for my daughter. I am just sitting on my ass hoping someone will offer change. I am sitting here typing a wasted post on facebook that will die in a few hours once someone else will write something more compelling or engaging. I feel Im wronging my own child. With a lot of fear in our hearts we had named our daughter Aayat I remember. Our families were worried that a Muslim name would work against her in the future. I had convinced them saying she will fight for herself. I convinced them saying the religion still holds its sanctity despite what some kafirs have done to tarnish Allahs legacy. But today I share that fear of my family. My faith is in place still but my heart is misplaced. Tomorrow I will meet my friend Zoha Waseem. We are going to lay the foundation for a Indo-Pak lay person informal interaction platform. I want hands and hearts and minds for this project. Any help and suggestions are welcome.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 13:10:00 +0000
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