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Muslim Persecution of Christians, November 2014

ViestiKirjoittaja Annukka » 10.01.2015 19:47

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From Mother To Daughter – The Talk About Sex Every Teen Girl

ViestiKirjoittaja Annukka » 15.01.2015 21:17

From Mother To Daughter – The Talk About Sex Every Teen Girl Should Read

To my dear daughter,

As you grow, many boys will enter your years. They will speak words of love and passion, of wanting you–all of you.

Their sex will be lacking.

Believe me, dear girl, I know what crazy hot lovemaking is made of. Until the boy can assure you of the following, it is not true passion.

If he can patiently wait for over three years. From pregnant to nursing to pregnant to nursing, with your hormones fierce, and desire often dead. “Please, just let me sleep. I am so tired.” will be your common response. Until he can love you still, choose you still, it is not true passion.

If He can call you beautiful when even your feet are swollen from baby belly. Call you sexy when your legs run thick with varicose veins from the same. Call you perfect after your belly hangs loose with skin and your eyes deep with bags. Until he can still call you these things, it is not true passion.

You may throw things at him, yell words of hate and shame as you feel the hormones of post baby blues run deep. Until he can love you even deeper, piercing through the pain into your heart, it is not true passion.

He will go to work where there are other women, pretty women. Pretty women with no children and varicose free, high heeled legs. I know the way they toss their pretty little hair to and fro.

He will come home to you, your hair pulled back into the frizziest of buns, a baby on your hip, spit up down your arm. Until he can come home to you–you with no makeup–and express there is nothing as wonderful as seeing your face, it is not true passion.

You are touched by his love, and whisper tonight you will return the favor. Tonight there is a crying baby and a feverish toddler who just joined you in bed. Until he can laugh, fully laugh about this, it is not true passion.

Can a man like this exist? Yes, dear girl, and you call him your dad. He has shown me what true love is.

The hormones have faded. I am not pregnant. I am not nursing. My own passion has returned. Can I truly say “returned?” I really had no idea what passion was. So intense, so raw, I cannot put it fully into words.

I am not in love with just another man. I am in love with the father of my babies. The one who called me beautiful through nights of ugly, called me strong through days of weak, called me valuable through days of uncertainty. The one who waited patiently for me. Who washed the sheets of vomit as I bathed the fever infested child.

This is love dear girl. This is passion. It is being one with he who is going to be there for you, till death do you part, regardless. It is something mystical and unexplainable. It is something crazy. It is crazy hot sex.

Wait dear girl. Wait for him. There is nothing so beautiful as finding your heart in his, the one who will wait for you–even after marriage.

Love,

Mom

By Sasha Douglas

Sasha Douglas is a wife and mom of two who loves to open up about the realities of motherhood at her blog, MomLife Now. For more from Sasha, you can also follow her on Facebook.
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The Most Important Lesson I’ve Taught My Son So Far

ViestiKirjoittaja Annukka » 16.01.2015 11:44

The Most Important Lesson I’ve Taught My Son So Far

Erin Zammett Ruddy

‎January‎ ‎15‎, ‎2015

The Most Important Lesson I’ve Taught My Son So Far

Photo by Erin Zammett Ruddy

A few weeks ago I punished my son in a way that I had been punished as a child. I felt like I taught him an important lesson and was proud of myself —but now I wonder if it was the right thing to do.

The backstory: Over the holidays, I took my three young children into a fancy chocolate shop to buy a hostess gift. That alone was a recipe for disaster but I implored them not to touch anything or act like wild animals. I was feeling pretty good about the outing until halfway home when I peeked in the rearview mirror and noticed my 7-year-old son playing with a plastic noisemaker. “Um, where did you get that, Alex?!” “Did you buy it?” Did I buy it?” “Did you take it?!” Long story short: He had stolen the toy. I kept my cool—even when he said, “but it was only a $1.50, mom!”—and explained why it was unacceptable to take things we didn’t buy. I also said he would be returning to the store to apologize and return the item.

A few hours later, I marched my son back to the store with two dollars from his piggy bank. I stood by the door as he walked sheepishly to the counter and told the clerk that he had taken something without paying for it, that he was sorry and that he would pay for it now. (He couldn’t return the thing because in typical 7-year-old fashion, he broke it on the way home.) Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched him fidget nervously and search the clerk’s face for a sign of approval.

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I felt a little cruel for embarrassing my normally law-abiding child like that—and I know exactly how awful he was feeling. Returning to the scene of the crime is the same shame-inducing punishment I received when I was five and stole something from a hardware store. I remember my dad pulling a tire-screeching U-turn and sending me back to return the item. (I recall it being a nut or a bolt — not sure what the allure was there.) It remains one of my clearest childhood memories, and as much as I thought my dad overreacted, his actions helped shape me throughout my life.

After that mortifying day, I never stole again. When some of my friends went through a klepto-phase, snagging snap bracelets from the drug store or Razzles from the 7-11, I stayed home. One time in junior high, we all planned to ditch a cab but I secretly left $10 on the seat. My dad taught me such an important lesson 30 years ago and I saw an opportunity to do the same for my son.

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Fortunately, the clerk at the chocolate shop was gracious. She told my son he had done the right thing and when she caught my eye, I smiled in thanks and we left. I told my son that I was proud of him and to remember how awful the experience felt. We left it at that. My son is tough and confident so I knew it wouldn’t unravel him to face the music but I still tear up at the memory.

As it turns out, my father did know best. “Returning to the store is absolutely the right thing to do,” Laura Markham, Ph.D., a New York City-based child psychologist and author of Peaceful Parent, Happy Kid, tells Yahoo Parenting. “Many children steal—they’re not born knowing the rules so it’s our job to teach them and it’s not by smacking their hand every time they break the rule — it’s by lovingly setting limits.”
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Very good!

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West doesn't want to know....

ViestiKirjoittaja Annukka » 18.01.2015 10:23

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I Am a Muslim and My First Trip Abroad Was to Israel

ViestiKirjoittaja Annukka » 26.01.2015 21:11

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I Am a Muslim and My First Trip Abroad Was to Israel

Posted: 01/26/2015 1:15 am EST Updated: 43 minutes ago

I always expected to travel to the Indian sub-continent, the home of my ethnic origins for my first time overseas; however, I heard about a unique opportunity through a friend earlier this school year -- a paid trip to the state of Israel.

This last winter break, I packed my bags for the Holy Land. With a group of 37 other college students, I would soon participate in an educational tour of the country hosted by The David Project.

Before my travels, I desired a few things from the trip: to observe and witness an accurate portrait of the nation, explore my own connection to the land, and discover opportunities and room for harmony. After my return to the US, I recognized that I identified a spiritual connection, a role model, and a vision for peace.

Upon arriving in Tel Aviv, Israel, I sensed familiarity. The air smelled and felt too, like Southern California. It was here that we were told that Israel is full of 7 million different opinions. After our time in Tel Aviv, we traveled to the West Bank then to the Arab town of Barta'a. Along the way, we unearthed Israel's nuance and complexity. The landscape shifted continuously, our cameras in hand.

Later, we made our way up north to the Sea of Galilee and paid close attention to Jesus's lessons of detachment, forgiveness, and love. Moving further north, we traveled to Golan Heights, close to the Syrian Border. An Israeli hospital for Syrian Civil War victims neared us. Subsequently, we traveled through the Jordan Valley, passing through Jericho, the oldest surviving city in the world and then to the Dead Sea, the lowest point on Earth. For the last days of the trip, we explored the city of Jerusalem. Here, I gained the most insight.

Jerusalem is home to the Western Wall, The Church of the Holy Sepulcher, and The Dome of the Rock. Religious coexistence decorates the city's skyline. On a Friday after the late afternoon prayer, I visited Haram-al-Sharif -- the home of both the Dome of the Rock and Mosque -al-Aqsa. I walked towards the holy site, the dome rising like the sun. Upon entering, I felt as if I had been there before. Engaging mind, body, and soul, I prayed in the third most holy place according to Islamic tradition. I then viewed the rock, where Prophet Mohammad is believed to have ascended into heaven to meet with God and in Judaism, where Abraham intentioned to sacrifice his son Isaac. I had anticipated this moment and there I was.

Later that day, our group visited the Western Wall on Shabbat. A scene of celebration and community enchanted us all. From having a special individual experience at Haram-al-Sharif and then transitioning to a rich, community-based, and celebratory experience at The Kotel, I embarked on a unique spiritual ride. A beautiful pairing of Islam and Judaism, I thought.

Clearly, I had discovered a profound divine connection. I was further reminded of religious coexistence when I traveled to both the Dome of the Rock and The Western Wall on the same day. I recognized how important Muslims' place is within the Holy Land along with its monotheistic relatives. Additionally, I witnessed people of all faiths and backgrounds discovering a connection. After finding spirituality within the Old City, we would later meet with an individual who soon became a role model of mine.

For dinner one night, our group met with Forsan Hussein. Hussein, a Muslim, was once Chief Executive Operator of the Young Men's Christian Association in Jerusalem. During our visit with him, Hussein spoke of peace, solution, and hope. Breaking down the conflict to the simplest terms, he described Israel's objective of security and the Palestinian struggle for freedom. He stated that these were their main goals -- different, yet each goal interdependent on the other. For the first time, I heard the conflict described in these terms. Israel and Palestine depend on each other.

Moreover, Hussein stated his identity. He is a Palestinian-Israeli, he told us. He hopes to maintain his Palestinian culture yet he very much so considers himself an Israeli citizen. Hussein described how Jewish values are values he shares. I too, feel this way. A Jewish state is by all means capable of meeting the demands of its diverse inhabitants. However, as Hussein stated, things need to change. More needs to be done in integrating Palestinians in a Jewish state.

Transformations must transpire on both sides. Hussein explained how education could repair ideas that each group has about the other. Coupled with education, interaction between both groups ought to take place. When you have not seen the other, do not know the other, the situation polarizes and hardens. Fortunately, education is firmly rooted in both Judaism and Islam. In addition, interaction and being kind to one's neighbor is entwined in both faiths as well.

I had found my role model. Hussein's talk paralleled many of my own thoughts. Within his talk, Hussein displayed strength, eloquence, and strategy. It was then I asked him what keeps him motivated. He always remembers his father who always worked hard, struggling. Today, his son Adam motivates him. I realized that we all should remain motivated and hopeful. We must imagine what peace would look like.

For our last day in Jerusalem, we explored Hadassah Hospital where I contemplated a future of peace and unity. As we arrived, we were told the only enemy of the hospital's is disease. Again, I was reminded of shared Jewish and Muslims values. I recalled talking to my Jewish friend Lea and how we once discussed both of our father's passion for medicine, treatment, and care for others.

Within the hospital, Jews and Arabs work side by side -- equal opportunity for all. The hospital was a microcosm of what I hope Israel will strive to become. I hope to see Israel's democracy in full health. Additionally, in the future, I look forward to a Palestinian state resembling this same concept accompanied by strong and just leadership committed to peace. I desire to see the acceptance of Arabs in a Jewish-State and the acceptance of Jews in a Palestinian State.

At Hadassah Hospital, patients heal. Similarly, the conflict too can heal. It was here where I envisioned what peace would look like. Meanwhile, I await the cure.

On my trip, I felt a spiritual connection, met my role model, and conceptualized a future of harmony. I saw Israel as Israel, with all its nuance and complexity. With my return, I hope to share my spiritual connection experienced there, the importance of education and interaction, and that peace is possible.

In the meantime in Israel and Palestine, the healing process must begin. After a brutal and disastrous summer of war, Gaza must heal. War-traumatized Israeli soldiers must recover. Hatred and violence that has surged across the region has not brought about plans for peace nor negotiations. Clearly, other tactics must be employed. Creative solutions need to be sought while remembering our commonalties.

During my time in Israel, I refused to accept that our values are different, that peace is not possible. I witnessed the similarities of our values and the compatibility of our nature. We must relinquish fear and retain hope. In doing so, coexistence is near.

Thank you to all at the David Project for giving me this special opportunity.

Follow Aisha Subhan on Twitter: www.twitter.com/aisha_subhan


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Say What?

ViestiKirjoittaja Annukka » 27.01.2015 08:06

Say What?

Husband: "This study explains that women talk twice as much as men. On average men will use only 15,000 words a day compared to women’s use of 30,000 words a day."

Wife: "That's because women have to say everything twice."

Husband: “What?”
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When Little Ones Pray - The Power of the Meek

ViestiKirjoittaja Annukka » 29.01.2015 08:19

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They let the truth slip out!

ViestiKirjoittaja Annukka » 29.01.2015 08:59

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