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Condolences to Queen Elizabeth 2 from British Muslim
Condolences to the Queen Today I woke up to hear the sad news of the passing of the British Monarch Queen Elizabeth ii. She had just celebrated her golden jubilee and was the longest reining monarch with over seventy years on the throne. I grew up in her city, London, and had never known it without her. I actually admired the celebrations and events she organised for people and made the palace and nearby places active and attractive places to visit. Never a dull moment with the changing of the guards daily and various events. She did take great care to keep things going and kept us engaged with various things despite her age. It was as if she was like our grandmother taking care of the people. The Queen was not racist, bigoted or one for hating people. I had often witnessed guests coming from places such as Nigeria, riding to the palace in a special carriage. From what I saw and know of her treatment of people, she was equal and fair. Yet she was accused and abused but never accused or abused others herself. She suffered stresses, setbacks and losses like all other humans, yet it did not make her bitter or harsh or prevent her from looking after the country. Loosing her husband must have been very hard for her, and after that the distancing if her son in law Harry along with the false accusations towards her from his wife Meghan. There are many people who have unjustly attacked her and the monarchy and even have accused her of somehow planning the death of Diana because of her engagement to an Arab man. There are no evidence for such claims and it does not fit with what we know about the Queen as one for the people demonstrating justice and equality. I say this as a British Muslim because I felt safe living under the monarch who treated people equally and fairly. The Quran tells us that Allah does not forbid you from dealing justly with those who do not fight you in your religion. Another verse says that the closest in love to the believers are those who say they are Christians...so I give these condolences in fairness. My British passport has the seal from the Queen asking for my protection wherever I may go. I now feel sad to look at that. It is a shame that we do not often notice the good things in people or what they do for us until it is too late. It is also sad that even the Queen seemed to suffer from bullying, age related prejudice and false accusations. This is a sad reminder of the darker side of humanity. We had expected her to live to be over a hundred as her mother yet it seems that her life may have been cut short. It is sad reminder of the abuse of the elderly and that some people can be seriously lacking empathy. She was a grandmother and like a grandmother to us and it is hard to imagine the country now without her. No more speeches at Christmas, or jubilee celebrations or knighting people. So I hope to give my condolences to the Queen and family, to Prince William and Kate who we know so well it’s like we grew up knowing them. We knew their lives so well. Goodbye to the Queen but her memory and affect of course will no go forgotten. We can remember her as a wide hearted, equal and fair monarch who did not treat people unjustly and who always tried to persevere and give her best even when the goings got tough.
By Aisha Mohammad3 years ago in Journal
Hope as I cope
The voices ahh! These voices in my head. I’m not talking when u say something in ur head. I am saying full blown loud in your ears voices. It is not something people want to talk about if you are hearing them. I figured I would, since I am pretty open about it as I can be and I would like to connect with others who might be going through the same thing. In hopes that we can gain comfort with the simple fact that we are not alone in this. Alone, although I’m far from alone I am feeling extremely alone in this battle. Well I do not want to so much call it battle, but an experience. My mind has playing tricks on me. Who would have thought in their right mind this would happen to them. Go about doing what you have to in life to be at a screeching halt bam in limbo. When everybody moved along to the now future, and the past lagging behind. Your stuck arguing with these fucking menaces or demons whatever you would like to call them. Constantly leaving you in flight or fight mode just awaiting for that cancer to manifest and metastasize. I feel these voices want me dead not to kill me so much , but to make me get rid of them myself. They are out for blood, pulling out any dark emotional abuse they can possibly throw at you. When you do not fight back or pay them no mind they get louder, then when your finally weak enough they pounce for blood until your this lifeless bloody sack of shit. This is exactly how I feel when I am laying there as shit and they keep going until you just start having fantasies of the unaliving misconception of truth that sometimes……..death is better. Nothing else really matters at that moment of suffering, I mean there really is not anything that could be worse. You really cannot look at who you have become and really want to go back. All that is replaying in your head is relief. It is difficult to get out of that mindset it really is I mean it is possible but it requires a lot of teeth, nails and hair. Drugs make it worse or make you feel dead anyways so why even bother. Every person here will never take you serious if you tell them you hear things, what you say is never valid ever again, and you end up feeling just as alone as ever with a bunch of people pointing and staring. Relationships just dwindle down a spiral of deception and betrayal. In a sea of heartbreak floating not knowing where you should go, and have no paddle. You have no choice but to just sit in it bask in it. Trying not to drown completely and gasping for air you take a fucking chance. Whatever it may be for anyone else you just go ahead and go for it. I move tomorrow nobody knows but a few people using the wind to push me because I have no strength to paddle. Will it be better will it be worse who knows. Do I really have to know? Maybe not where I go, but I do need to have an understanding of my recent past. Will I get it? Probably not. Hopefully. Maybe I gotta find another exit in this labyrinth and relive every dark turn crevasseand secret opening that I might have missed, before I can get to this exit. Well tomorrow I begin a new chapter with a bittersweet feeling of the last chapter. I found that for these kinds of chapters, I realize they were necessary for growth sometimes you have to take that scary jump to try something again or new or even both simultaneously. Sense is not made to me anymore it has to be made by me. Everything I knew I no longer do. For the better or worse I mean which is which. My brain thinks in all ways you can possibly think tends to drive me mad. I lay here in hopes the truth and relief unfold soon because I do not know if I will get out of this one. High hopes,just copeing with this experience trying to keep breathing air not water. Life can feel like a curse, a punishment, but I will keep searching, searching for a reason again. Search for me again.
By aysha valenzuela3 years ago in Journal
My father is too powerful for me
One "You recently asked me why I am afraid of you. As always, I am speechless, both because I am afraid of you and because to articulate this fear would require a detailed count of so many trivialities that I simply could not say them all at once." In November 1919, at the age of 36, Kafka wrote a lengthy letter - "To My Father" - to his father, Hermann Kafka, who was then 67 years old. The letter was more than 100 pages long and dissected in detail the painful and strained relationship between their father and son. He entrusted his mother to deliver the letter to his father, but his mother read the letter and sent it back.
By Barbara M Quinn3 years ago in Journal
Heart or Peace
Pain comes and goes but torture feels forever. You ride a wave but the tides never show. You become overwhelmed by what’s going on, and you can even realize how it became all wrong. Step after step you try to move forward, push yourself to do things, only to fall downward.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Journal
What is Truth Social and Why Should We Care: Part 2. Top Story - September 2022.
After months of waiting, I finally received an email letting me know that my profile was ready on Truth Social. In case you didn’t read Part 1 of my article, Truth Social is the social media equivalent of Twitter and the brainchild of disgraced ex-Twitter user and former President Donald J. Trump. I highly encourage you to go back and read Part 1 before you venture forward.
By Monica Leigh French3 years ago in Journal
For I am my own damn God.
On August 11th, 2014 Robin Williams, a man known lovingly by millions for his unparalleled comedic ability, took his own life at the age of 63. I was 19 years old at the time, and for the most part never really concerned myself with the lives, or deaths, of celebrities. The death of Robin Williams, however, stabbed at my gut like a greasy dive bar meal and 17 too many Tecate cervezas. I’d grown up watching this man stand in front of crowds numbering in the thousands as he masterfully guided their imaginations into depths that only he could unearth. This divine ability, along with Hollywood’s better days, culminated in films that grip one's attention by the shoulders, ceasing the worries of the day by headbutting you in the face with humor.
By Austin Alan Palaoro3 years ago in Journal
Money Lessons That will Change Forever Your own Perspective About Cash
Don’t let yourself be managed by money There are many things that people associate with money, but one thing to consider is how it impacts your feelings. In case you feel managed by money, chances are you’ll be unhappy and exacerbated as to what is going on in your life. For this reason, it’s so important to achieve the right perspective on money because it will help you to see everything in a new light.
By Cosmin Child3 years ago in Journal
Daily Reflections
01/07/2022 Of The Straws that Didn’t Break the Camel’s Back There are days when things go wrong. No doubt. There are days when things go wrong tragically. There are also days when only little bits go wrong. Any one of these little bits might constitute a minor annoyance in and of itself. A blip. Yet, when a few or a lot of these little blips seem to pile up, it can make for a kind of slow building crescendo of frustration.
By Andrew Rockman3 years ago in Journal
12 rules of Karma
Karma is a common word nowadays, almost everyone has heard about it. For many Karma is all about punishment, nothing can be further from the truth. Karma is more about cause and effect, is the result of your past intents and actions. Knowing about how it can affect you could be beneficial instead of being a punisher for your bad intends.
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Journal
Kicked in Ribs
I, coincidentally, am the back-of-the-coffee-shop mystery. I bring thrifted books, sharpies, and sharp eyes. I scribble blackout poetry and sip on iced coffee and listen to James Arthur and pop my fingers again and again. My tote bags are overflowing with straw wrappers, Midliner highlighters, and forgotten stories.
By Macy Lynn Evridge3 years ago in Journal
