Am I Bright Enough To Shine In Your Space.

Heres to the end of a week sent to test my metal. I've been tried and measured and I find myself sadly lacking. It seems my senses are so used to just feeling APATHY and BOREDOM, I can't deal with anger, rejection and hurt anymore.
No one is to blame, except this post SPM lifestyle.
Needless to say, everything came streaming down last week, tears, mucus and blood.

Well, that's that! Let the dead past bury its dead.

Count your blessings merciful Lord gave you a brand new week to redeem yourself and make amends.
Although, he kept the flu to remind you NOT to cry on the phone all night with the AC on at 16 degrees because of a boy. Comprende pas?

Watched Discovery Channel do a feature on Istanbul, (where I'd love to be taken to!). Lahanat punye sekular government. Until recently, it was illegal for women to wear the hijab to universities. BBC reported that they have eased the ban saying that now everyone has the right to get an education but the secularists are expected to rally against the constitutional amendments made.

"The changes state that only traditional scarves will be permitted in universities, tied loosely under the chin. Headscarves that cover the neck are still banned, as is the chador and the all-enveloping burka."

Turkey is a Muslim country, with strong secularist influence, a state that largely views commitment to faith and the wearing of the hijab as being "too Islamist" and a sign of "political Islam". To me this is utter nonsense!
Commitment to faith is commendable, not punishable.

Ya Allah, I guess we live in a twisted times, where right and wrong have been muddled and mistaken. When seeing things like this, you ask yourself, what can you do? It is our right to practise whatever religion we choose, and that itself means we can follow the teachings prescribed by that religion.

You talk about preserving human rights, but you know nothing about it.

They say, 'Oh, poor girl, you're so beautiful you know'
It's a shame that you cover up your beauty so.'
She just smiles and graciously responds reassuringly,
'This beauty that I have is just one simple part of me.
This body that I have, no stranger has the right to see.
These long clothes, this shawl I wear, ensure my modesty.
Faith is more essential than fashion, wouldn't you agree?
This hijab, This mark of piety,
Is an act of faith, a symbol,
For all the world to see.
A simple cloth, to protect her dignity.
So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity.
They tell her, 'Girl, don't you know this is the West and you are free?
You don't need to be oppressed, ashamed of your femininity.'
She just shakes her head and she speaks so assuredly,
'See the bill-boards and the magazines that line the check-out isles,
with their phony painted faces and their air-brushed smiles?
Well their sheer clothes and low cut gowns they are really not for me.
You call it freedom, I call it anarchy.'

Thank god I live in Malaysia.