Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Holiday Findings
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Still Mourning...
The last entry was about my sister - the loss of her.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
2010
I was only 1 when she was born. She came into this world as a special body, for she was born with The Blue Baby Syndrome. Right from the start she beat the odds: everyone who knew what they were talking about claimed she wouldn't last much.
Her chest was opened and invaded at merely 45 days, a trial to repair what was supposedly defective. A "broken heart." "She'll die," they said, "Her journey here is a short one." She refused to.
Once again, at 3, her chest was opened. Once more, profetic predictions poured in: "She's not going to make it..." How wrong were the Mr. Know-it-alls... She made it.
A nearly perfect student, a lively and happy girl, a revolutionary and controversial teenager, a complete woman and lover...
Passionate about any and everything she put her heart into, she touched many lives.
Change for the better arrived everywhere she set foot in, and the truth was nearly always told by her luscious lips.
She survived two open-heart surgeries, innumerous illnesses during childhood, major love deceptions, two university degrees, a master's degree, heartbreaks, sorrows, losses and longings...
Our Sociologist, our nurse, our master, teacher... the union of two breeds and the center of our family. She was US.
And how can I compare this starting decade to those 15 minutes she spent in her bathroom, dying? Her broken heart gave in... How can I imagine even a second without her bodily presence in my life? How can I breathe clearly again? Where is my reason, the guiding voice in my head? How can I go through life without my Sissy, my friend, holding my hand? Why aren't I going to see her brood???
So, for me, 2010 is a hallmark. Not a celebration of youth, but the presence of death. Of pain. I will never, ever, be the same again.
Friday, December 18, 2009
What is it?
numb
tr. & intr.v. numbed, numb·ing, numbs
The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition copyright ©2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Updated in 2009. Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.
numb - make numb or insensitive; "The shock numbed her senses"
benumb, blunt, dull, desensitise, desensitize - cause not to be sensitive; "The war desensitized many soldiers"; "The photographic plate was desensitized"
numb - lacking sensation; "my foot is asleep"; "numb with cold"
benumbed, asleep, insensible - incapable of physical sensation; "insensible to pain"; "insensible earth"
numb - (followed by `to') not showing human feeling or sensitivity; unresponsive; "passersby were dead to our plea for help"; "numb to the cries for mercy"
dead, insensitive - deficient in human sensibility; not mentally or morally sensitive; "insensitive to the needs of the patients"
numb - so frightened as to be unable to move; stunned or paralyzed with terror; petrified; "too numb with fear to move"
afraid - filled with fear or apprehension; "afraid even to turn his head"; "suddenly looked afraid"; "afraid for his life"; "afraid of snakes"; "afraid to ask questions"
Based on WordNet 3.0, Farlex clipart collection. © 2003-2008 Princeton University, Farlex Inc.
1. unfeeling, dead, frozen, paralysed, insensitive, deadened, immobilized, torpid, insensible, benumbed His legs felt numb and his toes ached.unfeeling feeling, sensitive, responsive
Collins Thesaurus of the English Language – Complete and Unabridged 2nd Edition. 2002 © HarperCollins Publishers 1995, 2002
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Rain, rain on my shoulder...
I was once on a plane to Minneapolis, on my way to a wedding, when a valuable lesson was taught to me by a very unlikely person.
You see, it was right after September 11th and everyone's nerves were seriously affected by the horror that had taken place.
Flying was a tense activity, even more so when there were Muslims on the plane.
And lucky as I always am, I sat next to one.
I immediately started feeling anxious.
Prayer was the first thing on my mind.
I tried hard not to move, or stare at him, but, after 15 minutes I just had to take a peek.
He was quiet and had a peaceful look on his face - happy, I should say.
He held a beautiful red and gold book on his hands and I couldn't help but stare at it.
I love books too, you see.
The book was so gorgeous I kept on looking at it, curious to know what it was.
Five minutes later, I just couldn't HELP starting a conversation with him about the whimsical book: "Your book is just about the most beautiful I have ever seen," I remarked.
"It's the Qur'an," he said. "Have you heard of it?"
"Yes I have," said I.
"Don't you just love rain?" he asked, looking out the wet window.
"Not really," I replied.
"This very book says rain is life - that Allah opens the doors of heaven and pours it down to give life. We should never complain about the rain, " he said.
"We send down pure water from the sky. That with it We may give life to a dead land, and slake the thirst of things We have created,- cattle and men in great numbers," he quoted Surat al-Furqan, 48- 49, and winked smilingly at me.
"True," I said, thinking deeply about the beauty and truth of what he had said.
As much as I don't believe the same as he does, being a Christian, that conversation touched me in so many levels.
It made me think about how ungreatful a person I am, and of how I take things for granted.
It made me think of his love and dedication to his faith, and made me feel embarassed about not following mine so fervently.
That man made me see one of God's creation's in a different way, and be thankful for it.
It showed me that the God I believe blesses me in so many little ways, everyday, showing me love, and I am too blind to see it.
To that day, I wasn't so keen on rain, but now I love it, really.
It makes me feel happy and blessed.
I counter-quote my friend with a passage from the book I believe in:
Ezekiel 34:26-27 "And I will make them and the places round about my hill a blessing; and I will cause the shower to come down in his season; there shall be showers of blessing. And the tree of the field shall yield her fruit, and the earth shall yield her increase, and they shall be safe in their land, and shall know that I am the LORD, when I have broken the bands of their yoke, and delivered them out of the hand of those that served themselves of them."
Praise God for rain!
Keep it coming, Lord!