…. four days feels like a lifetime!
I had to though! I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t post until I’d finished my Ethical Issues in Psychological Research assignment. Only it sort of backfired, because now I have a ton of posts to be written, and it’s going to take longer. Well it won’t really, but still: ugh!! Last time I try that for motivation.
First things first though. My mother, being the amazing, patient, and inspirational woman that she is, has been giving lessons. On parenting. To Syrians. In Syria. Bear with me here, the specifics are important. I won’t go into the dirty, painful details because that would effectively spoil another post (that may or may not be published). But, more on that later. Point of my specifying, with emphasis, the circumstances of my mum’s lessons is that she rose above. She progressed past the stages of denial, hurt, anger, and general whininess/helplessness into action.
I’m thinking it’s about time I follow. As I constantly remind myself, it’s been two and a half years. I’ve done very little of what I’d planned to do. Culture shock being what it is, I was a little side-tracked. But no more!! InshAllah!!
And, luckily for me, for the first step another friend of mine was thinking along the same lines. Not long after I made my choice, she texts me about a discussion at her house. It was on Thursday, and it was brilliant. We were sidetracked and slightly disorganized, but we did it! We met, we discussed, and we’re (inshAllah!) going to do it again. Topics started with The Secret Life of Syrian Lingerie (I thought I’d already heard it all, but apparently there’re remote control and clap control ones =|) moved on to shoegate, Al-Zaidi, with a discussion, and then into gay or lesbian muslims with a glimpse at the nature vs nurture debate (a personal favorite of mine) and ended with a game of charades (<3). And even though it isn’t my idea, I have a million and one topics in mind, and I’m constantly jotting down ideas on random slips of paper or on the margins of my notebooks.
So that’s the first step taken then, inshAllah. I am feeling irrepressibly optimistic. Even though I witnessed something that would have made ye Old S&S scream, the new me shook her head and laughed it off, with an indulgent “silly rabbit!” Okay, I made up that laugh and indulgent silly rabbit part. But I did not lose my cool. I am cool, calm, collected.
Just call me Triple C.