Crime and our lives

We’ve reached a stage of living where none of us are really ever safe. It’s a constant worry every single second:

Make sure you’ve locked the car doors, don’t keep your windows rolled down, lock the gate and have cameras, switch on the alarm before going to bed and the list goes on. Ways to have some sort of peace of mind in order to remain sane because we don’t know if we’ll make it to the end of the day or if we’ll have a bullet through our heads.

In my home, the conversations we have at dinner are the best ways to have our cameras placed so that there are no blind spots and we’d be able to spot someone trying to sneak in when we’re reversing out of our yard. This is what the kids in my family are subjected to because of the crime in our country and all the others too.

We’ve reached a point where no one can be trusted. Not out work colleagues nor our own family members because anyone can decide that money is more important than loyalty.

Its been a while since we’ve posted anything, that’s because I’ve been looking for the perfect new piece to talk about and the only thing being talked about has been shootings, theft, hijacks, robberies, deaths etc. then today when I read the news about sixteen prisoners escaping from the Sun City jail, I decided that enough is enough.

The man who killed his four nieces and nephews.

The man who had twenty clitorises stored in his freezer.

Three people killed at a taxi rank shooting with two left injured.

Three school robberies in one week.

A traffic officer abducted by four men then shot dead.

These are only a few cases and yet its too much! So many innocent lives at stake and why? Because some of them are working hard to make something out of their lives so that’s the only incentive needed to take their earnings away?

Some have done absolutely nothing but their lives are also at stake because of jealousy and hatred?

If that’s not enough, we get to feel even more insecure because the few criminals that have been caught can easily waltz out of their cells and come out to terrorize us once again. To make it worse, not one, two, or even three criminals but sixteen. How is it possible that sixteen criminals can escaped a highly guarded prison with top surveillance methods unnoticed? If this is not a new low for our country, I don’t know what is.

It’s not fair that we have to live in constant fear, it’s not fair at times these criminals can get away with little to no consequences and that our lives are constantly at risk because of people who don’t want to work so they feel like its fine to steal from us, that they need to support their drug addictions or are just psychopaths who enjoy seeing us cower in fear.

Our first human right is the right to life and if even that right is being threatened what does that say about our country? And what is more sad is that we’ve all got so used to it that we’ve taken it onto stride.
I don’t know about you but I do know that I do not wish to life in such a state nor would I want my loved ones to have to suffer so.

But what can be done? Is anywhere safe anymore?

To Love All is to Eradicate Hate

To wake up safe and sound, knowing that walking out of your house bodes no evil for you, is a right that every human should have.

Being who you are, believing in what you want, and living your life is a right that every human should have too.

Respecting everyone’s opinions and ways of life, even if you disagree with it, is a responsibility that comes with all those rights.

So how dare we call ourselves humans of the 21st century when our biggest problem today is not money or power, but demanding that everyone live it in a certain way?

No, do not delude yourself and tell me that countries are at war because of money. That is a lie. Every single innocent person who is dying, loses their life because of someone’s hatred for what they represent.

And if that’s not the most disgusting thing ever, I don’t know what is.

Tuesday, being the 27th of March was Muslim Women’s Day. So why didn’t I post something in honour of that on that day, one may ask?

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The answer is simple. Whilst it’s an honour to have a day dedicated to us, I don’t fully support the idea behind it.

Why?

Because every day is a day for every woman to be special and heard and honoured. And women of every religion. And so too for men.

So for that day do I mention the #metoo campaign, the gun violence, the bloodshed of this world? Or do I leave all that and talk about what’s really bothering me?

Let’s face it The 3rd of April approaches and while for some it may be a normal day, for others, especially those in the UK, it is a day of dread.

Why? For those of you who do not know, some evil, psychopathic monsters have declared it: Punish A Muslim Day.

You may think I am joking but I do not lie. This is an actual thing.

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So there are people who will be forced to cower in their homes, in the fear that their lives will be endangered for a game. Why are more people not speaking out against this? Yes, reporting the news is one thing but what about telling people how to be safe, to tell them that they are not alone? What about letting people know that these psychopaths are not going to win and that we have not survived 1400+ years only to be scared by threats on a poster?

And newsflash for these nincompoops. You are not doing a very good job of trying to drown out the surge that Islam is experiencing because if the support that people are showing to Muslims and the hundreds of new masjids being built in London is any evidence then I can safely say, you have lost your campaign before it had even begun. 

Due to the horror of this campaign, another one has been launched and it has gone viral. The new, and improved, Love A Muslim Day.

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So while we sit and seethe at the horrors being inflicted on all the humans of the world, we ask you to raise your hands and pray for the guidance of these terribly lost souls who have obviously gone astray and need someone to show them the way back to humanity.

Everyone is suffering so much in this world. How does anyone have the time to dedicate portions of their lives to hurting other people? What kind of sick monsters are you that you need to see others suffering to get pleasure?

I am unfortunately so used to hearing abuse against my religion and seeing people misinterpret our peaceful ways that I barely flinch. But this is taking it too far.

It’s back to the Days of Ignorance when Our Prophet Muhammed (Peace be upon his soul) suffered with his followers and people would take pleasure in hurting them.

Remember, they never backed down and they came out on top. 

We will not back down and one day, we too will come out on top.

Desivloggers have made a video to bring attention to this atrocity. I suggest that you watch it and be careful around this horrific time.

Yours with love

Ayesha Abdullah

Reporting for Change for the 22nd, The News – Our Perspective: What’s Happening Worldwide

Young & Free or Old & Trapped???

Emancipated

M. G. REYES

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So this book was one of those that belonged in the category of “remains on my bookshelf for two years before I decide to finally pick it up and then I regret not having read it earlier.”

By that you already have an idea of how this review is going to go.

So long story short, its about a group of teenagers who get a taste of freedom and are having the time of their lives. They all end up in the same house for completely different reasons and each one holds his own secret very close. It’s a wonderful life-living without parents and getting to do whatever you want to do-but one does not remain on cloud nine for eternity, so when things go bad, they go real bad.

It was a pleasant and easy read. It was a mixture of drama, mystery and young romance. A group of teenagers, all with extremely different personalities and backgrounds learning how to deal with the adult life and realizing that it’s not as easy as adults have made it out to be. It’s not easy to clean up after oneself and it’s definitely not easy to take responsibility for one’s own misdoings.

It’s different from the books that I’ve been reading and these days I’ve been trying to stay away from books where the characters are much younger than yours truly but surprisingly their extreme youth didn’t put me off all that much.

It was a lot of fun trying to connect the dots, and seeing where the book was taking me. I was on my toes for the whole ride, screaming at the characters to shut up and stop giving secrets away!

The synopsis says: “The bad boy, the good girl, the diva, the hustler, the rocker and the nerd.” So obviously I tried to match these titles to the characters. It was the best part of the beginning of the book and realizing that I had made a mistake and was wrong about my assumptions was even better.

This book is the first of a trilogy and I can see the characters growing and becoming better as they mature. I hope for good in the next two books.

What do I think about this book? I enjoyed it and recommend it to anyone interested in a YA novel that will take them on a nice ride.

Yours Truly,

Hafsa Umar

The Jewel Box

By Anna Davis

Two Sisters. Two Lovers. Too Many Secrets.

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This book needs but one word to describe it. Scandalous. Utterly and truly. Set in 1927, we follow the life of woman who is trying to find her place in a world that is harsh and cruel and full of pain. Seeing as it was set in a time of war and after it, one would expect death and sadness. And one would get that.

One thing that i loved about this, was that it was full of secrets and surprises. Scandalous secrets and surprises but they were nonetheless surprising and arresting.

I happened to stumble across this book when looking for something to read in a bunch of books someone had downloaded to my computer and it was truly a ride. You learn about people’s pain and suffering and about their sacrifices for love. Not only romantic love but love for family and love for other people’s happiness.

While our main character can be selfish and ruthless, she is also suffering her own woes, hiding herself behind cigarettes, flashy events and crude words. With a stylish bob and nails that could cut a man, she waltzes through the chapters and obviously finds love at the end of a truly confusing battle.

There are characters to hate, who are self-serving and despicable and there are damaged souls and a struggle to move on, too.

What’s great about this author’s writing is that she takes you through the journey and never lets you get bored but you see the struggle and it’s just perfect.

The opening chapter is a news article written by our main character under a pseudonym and through her we see the plight of women. So feminists reading this, take joy in how far we’ve come from 1927 when women over 30-35 were only allowed to vote and showing encouragement achieving anything better for women was frowned upon.

If you google this book, you will see a short but comprehensive enough summary.

What I am telling you here, is that for a break from the normal boring meet-cute romances and cliches, take a peek at this.

Still tittering

Ayesha Abdullah

 

The Real World & All It’s Thrills

Eliza and her Monsters by Francesca Zappia

YA fiction

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At first I was a bit hesitant to read this book. I scrolled passed it on ‘Goodreads’ a few times but it didn’t attract my attention enough. Until I saw it on the ‘Best Books of 2017’ list that is, and I decided, “Well, why the heck not? There’s a reason this book has reached the ‘best books’ category so let’s see if it meets up to expectations.”

The reason I was hesitant at first was because, believe it or not, the protagonists’ names mean a lot to me and ‘Eliza’ and ‘Wallace’ just did not cut it. In fact the male protagonist’s name was even a joke in the book itself. But that’s my own problem which I got over very early on in the book.

The book is basically about the lives of teenagers in the 21st century, how they deal (or don’t deal) with life, high school, social interactions and a very huge variable that affects all of our lives today: social media and the internet.

The main protagonist, Eliza, runs a very popular webcomic (Monstrous Sea) anonymously. It’s her everything and she knows it’s going to be her future. However, her parents, being of the ‘older generation’ and not really interested in what she is doing, just don’t get why she would be so uninterested in school and putting all of her hopes on a webcomic. This causes a major rift between them, the whole reason being because they don’t understand her.

Wallace, the new boy, is mute. Well, not really but he has trouble speaking in the presence of people. He’s a huge fan of Monstrous Sea and when Eliza befriends him and slowly starts falling in love with him, it becomes very difficult to continue keeping this huge secret from her new best friend.

Another reason why I decided to give the book a chance was the whole concept of art, the modern way. It was interesting to read about this development and her love for her art was beautiful.

It had me reading to the end  and I was intrigued because it was very relatable to common teenage problems these days. It covered so many different aspects: anxiety, family behavior, romance, suicidal thoughts. All of these things made the book feel more real. It was a book about growth, it was fun and also interesting watching the characters evolve as they learnt about themselves and tried so hard to deal with the problems they knew were problems.

I loved the fact that the fandom life was shown. Yes, very geeky but that’s us. We practically live in the worlds we have created for ourselves with others that understand us.

My conclusion: I felt all of these characters’ emotions and more importantly, I had a good time and wish the ride hadn’t ended so soon.

Do I recommend this book? Yes. All you YA fans, find yourself a copy right now!

Resident Fangirl

Hafsa Umar

Blood Sisters by Jane Corry

Thriller

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a book lover. I could read for ages, have been reading stories and books and novels since I could string a sentence together.

But giving my opinions on books? They mostly consist of: ‘asdfghjkl!!’ or ‘meh’.

But anyway, here is my go at recommending some great penned words that have been written.

For my first attempt, I have chosen Blood Sisters by Jane Corry.

This is actually unlike the normal books that I read which include romance, fantasy and of course comedy. If someone accuses me of picking up a fanfic here and there I will viciously deny it.

No. Rather this is a thriller which I normally wouldn’t have given a second glance at but just look at this cover. It’s like asking you to lift an eyebrow and ask, okay what? So despite us being told not to judge a book by its cover (ha! What an utter pile of crock!) I’ve got a thumbs up for the pull of this one.

Now to the story.

It’s interesting to say the least. I do not wish to give too much away and it does begin a bit slow but I excused that because the alternating of the chapters between two points of view, one of  a girl in an institute who is clearly brain-damaged,  and another who works in a prison, is very interesting.

This book is so full of twists and turns and betrayals! It had me on the edge of my seat and I may or may not have had whiplash at one point.

Just when you think you have figured things out, bam! Another plot twist. UNTIL THE VERY END!

I am not a fan of horror. Anything that has my heart thumping in fear of death, not anticipation, does not float my boat. But this was a mixture of intrigue and suspense along with a lot to think about. No gore so that was good.

The characters are not well-loved because they are full of flaws that just show how human people actually are and your levels of wanting to slap some of the characters is something best experienced.

I learnt a lot from this book which is always a plus for me because I love having more knowledge about new topics.

If you’re looking for a break from the norm, this book is for you.

And drop us your own review, if you will.

Breaking Away From My Comfort Zone

Ayesha Abdullah

 

Racism: Is it South Africa’s Scapegoat?

While one half of South Africa empty out their freezers in fear of the Listeriosis outbreak and the other half (those that actually follow sport news) gasp in shock at the vicious attack on triathlete, Mhlengi Gwala, everyone seems to be forgetting about the video clip released a week ago concerning the attack in Lenasia’s Food Lover’s Market.

Anyway, the incident in itself is not what I am here to talk about. That is something anyone can Google and see for themselves.

I want to talk about the headline that enca used to report this article.

Food Lovers Market Replaces Managers After Racist Attack

Now, if one had to read about the actual incident, it clearly states that the African employee had pulled a knife on a fellow African colleague and the white manager had stepped in when things had turned violent.

Was it correct to respond to this violence with violence? Absolutely not. That is where the saying “fighting fire with fire” comes from.

It. Only. Makes. Things. Worse!

So now that it has been established that this attack was in no way, racial, what is the response of the public regarding this headline?

Here are just a few of the comments on this:

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And my favourite has to be this comment and all the replies to it:

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So, racism or not, my question is: South Africa! Why is it that whenever something goes wrong, your first scapegoat and fall guy, is a cry of racism!

Everyone is racist. Not only Whites or Indians or Africans. Who reading this can honestly tell me that they haven’t heard someone in their family make a racist comment be they of any race?

I have White, Coloured, Indian and African friends. All are lovely people and the only fear or horror I feel, is when something is obviously wrong. It’s not racism when a spasm of fear goes through me at being in an empty parking lot and there’s a group of shifty looking individuals around. It’s the thought that I’m alone and these people look dangerous.

But apparently ‘enca’ sees it fit to say that should I start walking faster and have my phone out to call an emergency number, it’s because I’m racist. Nevermind the fact that I don’t want to die.

Perhaps even using the word ‘African’ instead of black will become an issue.

The only reason I even use that word was because in high school when an African friend of mine found out that the reason the term ‘black’ is used is because Steve Biko had fought for it, she found it so silly. She felt there was more respect in saying African. So I even have a legit reason.

Back to my rant on this enca headline and all such accusations that have been passed and will continue to pass.

What about those comments ranting on about how white people only defend the racism thing when it’s directed to them?

I call foul.

It is highly annoying to be accused of racism at every turn when one has literally been born in the year of freedom and yet at every turn one must hear that our country is still steeped in this gunk that Nelson Mandela and many others fought against.

The truth of the matter is, when some people don’t want to own up to the wrong that they are doing or that the situation is because of their own stupidity, they cry ‘racism’.

Why just a few days ago, a friend of mine was approached with a case by an Indian girl who wanted to sue her professor for not allowing her to continue her modules because he was being racist!  What about the fact that you failed!  (Yes dear, when you don’t study this is what happens!)

I will never say that there aren’t any racists and yes there are numerous attacks like this all over the country.

But this time, it was not a racist attack and the people in this country need to stop shouting it out at every turn.

We don’t want it to turn into a ‘crying wolf’ situation.

This is Ayesha Abdullah, reporting for Change for the 22nd on The News – Our Perspective.