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???

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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.

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Ayesha Abdullah