tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53619473921530072652024-03-20T01:31:12.692-07:00times are hard for dreamers.Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-16142612286229928562015-11-11T21:42:00.001-08:002015-11-11T21:42:10.504-08:00The Culture of Hooking Up<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b>Scenario:</b> You find yourself lost in the moment; lusting, kissing, touching, and feeling. Tonight, there are no strings attached. This is <i style="font-weight: bold;">your </i>body, you have full control of it, and you plan on making yourself feel good. You will enjoy yourself today, and forget about it all tomorrow.<br />
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This is what hook-up culture is, and you'll find it in virtually all college campuses across the country. </div>
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I won't lie to you, the idea of this sort sexual liberation with no strings attached seems pretty appealing. What's better than having someone make you feel great without any commitments to go along with it? Many people feel that its incredibly liberating for themselves and their bodies.<br />
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In older generations, we women were told not having sexual desires made us pure and innocent as we were supposed to be. If we desired sex, as it is normal to at our age, we were seen as dirty, whorish, and whatnot. In the 60's, when <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third-wave_feminism">third-wave feminism</a> really took hold, we decided <i>fuck that, </i>we have desires too, we wanted control of our bodies and wanted to explore ourselves as it was okay for men to do for so long. And from there we decided that sex with no-strings-attached and one-night-stands were liberating for us.<br />
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But, when we take a step back and really look at the effects of this ever-growing culture among us young people, is it really liberating? And is it something we as feminists should be advocating for, or begin to concern ourselves about?<br />
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Listen, I am all for sexual empowerment and taking control of our bodies. Our virginity doesn't define us (in fact, <a href="http://everydayfeminism.com/2013/08/losing-virginity-for-good/">it's a social construct</a>). We have desires too, and we want to act on those desires in a healthy and positive way, in which everyone is consenting.<br />
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But it seems all the wrong things are pushing us to engage in this new culture of sex, and the hook ups we have been demanding and wanting more and more of, have devalued something that should be far more important to us: love & well-meaning relationships. Not only that, but it seems hookup culture has led to the hyper-sexualization of society as a whole, where women have been reduced to sex objects, and not people to build meaningful friendships & relationships with.<br />
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In 2011, <a href="http://www.thewire.com/entertainment/2011/09/92-top-ten-billboard-songs-are-about-sex/43182/">92% of Billboards top hits were about sex.</a> Male singers' lyrics were about convincing a girl to have sex with her, and female singers' were about being sexy enough to seduce men. The media in general nowadays has become ever-more sexually explicit, with films like Friends With Benefits and No Strings Attached being released within the past 5 years, and with an over-sexualized media, casual sex becomes the norm in everyday life.<br />
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Many well-known feminists have argued in defense of hook-up culture as stated earlier, but when women were asked whether they preferred dating to hook-ups, <a href="http://cola.unh.edu/sites/cola.unh.edu/files/student-journals/P12_Gallagher.pdf">an overwhelming majority said they did, and not only that, but it was becoming more and more difficult to find men who didn't only want to use them for sex. </a><br />
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There is simply no affection in hook-ups. Men don't care to please the women they're with, and as a result a staggering amount of <a href="https://www.mediaed.org/assets/products/244/presskit_244.pdf">women don't ever orgasm during hook-ups and don't even feel any pleasure at all</a>. Hook-up culture is even proven to eventually lead to rape, where men will go to parties expecting to be laid, and sometimes wanting to have sex so desperately, that they rape a woman who has not consented. There are also times when men will be so used to hooking up with so many different women, that consent is not a priority for them. <a href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CB4QFjAAahUKEwjZ5sqNlYrJAhVFJCYKHfDXAWU&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.disastercenter.com%2Fcrime%2Fuscrime.htm&usg=AFQjCNF_HE8pZSuN6UetmbEA8rT2-rGZMQ&sig2=cfPr2sseBw2uq3wQxhGDnA&cad=rja">The drastic increase in rape of women over the past 50 years</a> is by no doubt an effect of hook up culture.<br />
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When we hear about all the enjoyment and excitement about how hookup culture is this new way of empowering ourselves and moving away from outdated traditions, it seems as a great, forward thinking approach. But if we take a step back and further analyze the culture as a whole, we might in fact realize that these habits are just as harmful and detrimental to society as the outdated traditions we feel so strongly against.<br />
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So I am encouraging my fellow feminists to do just that. Analyze the situation and look at the culture as a whole. Maybe we will realize that this culture we have been pushing as revolutionary and empowering just simply might no longer be empowering for us at all.<br />
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Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-31613906365353701072015-08-06T12:45:00.000-07:002015-08-06T12:45:41.658-07:00A Girl Goes Out Alone: A Phenomenon? <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This summer, something I've frequently noticed is the double standards of going out as a man, and going out as a woman in Algeria. To go out as a woman here, you are required the permission of either your parents or your husband. You must tell them who you'll go out with, where you'll go, what you'll be doing, and when you'll be back. You have to make sure what you wear isn't too provocative and won't solicit anything unwanted from men. Once you are out, you deal with staring men everywhere, and so many unsolicited catcalls, <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/news/cat-calling/">a growing problem for women all over the world.</a> I often wonder when I'm out if so many of these men, who fail to see me as a person but rather someone they can gawk at and say obscene things to, think I exist for them. That my sole purpose in being out today, making the attempt to enjoy my day, is <i>for them. </i>I wonder this, because if they saw me as a 3 dimensional person, as someone who is their equal, would they think to see me as an object to catcall to and stare at?<br />
I notice my male family members have no problem going out, and in fact, go out most of the time. They don't have to think about what they wear before going out, constantly ask permission to go out, and so on.<br />
To be a woman in Algeria, you must be okay with being homebound. You must be okay with asking for permission from your parents or your husband while watching your brother or your cousin saunter out the door. You must be okay with being objectified while outside due to all the catcalls and disrespect.<br />
I think, as an Algerian-American, it is not in my place to incite anything as I am, to some extent and outsider, but I hope throughout the next few years and decades, women who live in this beautiful country will finally be able to be treated with equity and have the freedom to go out when they please with whom they please, without having to <i>ask</i> their husbands, who should be seen as their equal, and without having their parents fear more and expect more from their daughters than their sons.<br />
<br />Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-60762921758960674152015-07-05T20:03:00.002-07:002015-07-05T20:03:42.122-07:00Blogging for fun and my stay in Algeria<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sitting around on vacation in my grandma's house reading, mindlessly scrolling through social media, and writing in my journal has led me to the thought of maybe doing something semi-productive, like blogging again; but this time, not for a grade.<br />
During the school year, while blogging was a good way to write about things I liked and felt passionate about, while also practicing my knowledge in writing and English, the amount we had to blog felt like more of an assignment or a chore than anything else. This time around, I hope to make my blog more of a creative outlet where I can vent my thoughts, opinions, and simply just ramble on when I feel like it. Don't worry-- not a diary, but more of a space where I can reflect my thoughts and attitudes.<br />
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Now, getting to the important part, I am currently spending my Ramadan and remainder of the summer in Algeria seeing and hanging out with family.<br />
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The plan has been that we'll be in Algeria until August 20th (four days before school starts, yeah), with our father joining us July 31st. That's about 2 months that we'll be in Algeria, and I am ready to soak up as much sun as I can.</div>
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I hope to use this blog as a platform of this beautiful forgotten country and to even brush up on my [subpar] writing skills. </div>
<br />Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-61792382359086200302015-04-13T15:07:00.001-07:002015-04-13T15:07:21.599-07:00Working in high school<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Recently, I got the chance to land a part time job at a grocery store near my house, to work in the floral department as a florist. Essentially, I sell people flowers, fill out deliveries, make orders, and clean the department. Not only has working given me a good amount of money, but it has also taught me important things that I will carry on for the rest of my life.</span></div>
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Firstly, the application process itself was a new experience for me. Applying everywhere that I was qualified, finally being called back, going in for an interview, and doing orientation were all new things for me and gave me a feel as to what applying, being rejected, being accepted, and being interviewed was like. </div>
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Second, dealing with customers was something else that was new for me. When I first started out, I was incredibly awkward (I still am to an extent, but a lot better than when I started out), I had to answer many questions for them, and learn how to be a helpful and friendly person. I also, unfortunately, got the chance to meet and deal with awful and rude customers. That gave me a chance to learn how to be patient and keep my cool.</div>
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Interacting and engaging with co-workers was something that I had to get used to. So far, all of my co-workers have been incredibly lovely and interesting people.</div>
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Lastly and most importantly, I have learned how to manage my time and plan ahead. Often, when I work all afternoon from 4-8 I feel I won't have any time for homework. I've slowly yet surely learned how to complete my homework around that. I either try to utilize my time during Smart lunch, get a little done right before I work, and try to finish it after work. This has taught me not to slack off and to manage the time I have. </div>
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I encourage every teenager to get a job. It helps you become independent and make your own money, make valuable experiences, and learn how to communicate and engage with others better. </div>
Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-18803250114025588842015-04-12T18:05:00.002-07:002015-04-12T18:05:51.726-07:00Smartphone Apocalypse<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We have so much to thank for Smartphones. They are incredibly beneficial, convenient, and are essentially a whole world of knowledge in your very own hands. They provide us with current news, important information, and many other tools. Apps such as Facebook, and Skype help us stay updated with friends and family; Instagram and Snapchat let us post and share what's going on in our lives; and Tumblr and Twitter help us learn about the changing world around us.<br />
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But with changing technology, our habits, manners, and lifestyles are changing as well: for better or worse. Our lives have begun to revolve around the Smartphone. Let me put this in perspective for you.<br />
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Bored? Get on your phone. Can't concentrate in class? Get on your phone. Don't want to do homework yet? Get on your phone. Tired of the conversation? Get on your phone. Want to avoid someone in public? Get on your phone. Don't want to seem like you have no idea what to do? Get on your phone. See this video for more details:<br />
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It essentially becomes an endless cycle, where every free minute of our lives are dedicated to our phones because they have become the priority. We are being a lot more more distracted and a lot less productive. Not only that, but we have become so immersed with our phones and technology that we have forgotten to look up and around and enjoy the presence of other physical human beings around us.<br />
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I can remember more than one occasion when I am completely ignored by peers, family members, customers, and other people because of their seemingly important encounters going on on their phones. Many times, when my sister is over from college I hope to be able to catch up, discuss, and just hang out together, but more often I notice that my sister is more interested in her phone than her family around her (don't worry-- we've called her out on it multiple times).<br />
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And I am not the complete victim in this situation, yes I have been too immersed in my electronic devices to notice the seemingly small yet important encounters around me.<br />
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With my electronic devices, I increasingly become more distracted from classwork and homework. Often in class, when I am bored with lectures and schoolwork, I'll get my iPod out and mindlessly scroll through Twitter. When I want to take a 5 minute break from homework, my smartphone makes that 5 minute break a 30 minute break. And I'm suddenly staying up to work on homework that would've otherwise been done a lot earlier.<br />
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Last year, because of my lack of motivation, I decided to delete all of my social media apps, and I do confess, my grades got a lot better and I became a lot less distracted. But I cannot lie, I <i>was </i>bored. With everyone around me immersed in their own social media, I didn't really know who to talk to or what to do. Mostly, I just tried to play games to pass the time that would have otherwise been used scrolling through social media.<br />
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Now, I'm not saying the smartphone and all the innovations that come with it are bad, because they are not. I am an avid fan of smartphones and social media and I encourage the use of it (for further interest, read my <a href="http://cognitivelycongested.blogspot.com/2014/10/social-media-empowers-us.html">Social Media Empowers Us</a> blog post) and the <a href="http://smallbusiness.chron.com/benefits-smartphone-technology-57037.html">benefits of smartphones</a> are enormous. But there comes a point where it goes too far, where we forget to appreciate everything that is physically around us, forget how to manage our time, and forget how to just turn the darn thing off.<br />
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There is a quote from a great Argentinian movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1235841/">Sidewalls</a> I watched that said this:<br />
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So, I challenge you (and myself) to try to use the smartphone less. Leave it in your bag in class, keep it in a drawer while doing homework, try talking to people more face-to-face or on the phone than through text, and try going out every once in a while without it. Learn to appreciate things around you and <i>then </i>move on to appreciating things in a global context.<br />
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Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-41286213275173447282015-04-06T16:16:00.001-07:002015-04-06T16:16:25.549-07:00On getting my sh*t back together<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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These past few months, it seemed as though I'd lost absolutely all my motivation. It was... a terrifying feeling; my grades were plummeting, I felt incompetently lazy all the time, I was incredibly overwhelmed, and it seemed as though I had so much to do all the time. But no matter what, I just couldn't get out of bed and get my sh*t done. I pushed it all back and told myself I would get it done eventually. </div>
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Many high schoolers have probably gone through similar experiences; a flop in the year where no matter what, we just can't pull ourselves out of the gutter and get to work. I can't lie-- I am to be blamed for it. I <i>should've </i>been working harder and putting in all of my effort- I just... didn't want to confront my responsibilities. </div>
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Recently, I've been able to bring my motivation back. Slowly, yet surely. I've been starting my homework earlier, planning ahead, listing out daily to-do's, and making use of my time. Heck, I've even turned off my electronic devices, which as we all know, is always a bitter (but temporary) farewell. </div>
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Truth be told, going through these temporary weird phases is merely a part of being a teenager. We mess up, lie, fail tests, and make bad decisions (it's not our heads making the decisions, it's our outrageous hormones and underdeveloped prefrontal cortex). The important part is that we eventually learn from past experiences, and use them to be better and more responsible people. </div>
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From around the end of January to the beginning of March, I decided to go makeup free. It wasn't for any particular reason. I thought to myself "I wonder what it would be like to go without makeup for a good and long amount of time. Would people notice? Would I stop feeling so self conscious? Would it be easier or harder for me?" So eventually I decided to go for it; it was only a month, so I figured I didn't have anything to lose in that time! On my first day of going completely natural, I thought surely people were going to be completely surprised by my natural face, and that at least someone was going to end up saying something. In actuality however, it seemed as though people didn't notice! I can't lie, I was quite surprised. I made the assumption that people would comment on my appearance, ask things like "did you do something different to yourself?" or "what happened to your face?" or even the classic "you look tired." But no, none of that. Everyday life went on, even with my bare and exposed face.<br />
The first few days of going without makeup was a challenge for me. While I wore a minimal amount of makeup in the first place, I felt that I <i>absolutely needed it</i> to feel good and confident. I began to learn how ironic the idea was, since feeling the obligation to wear makeup was what made me feel <i>less</i> confident.<br />
Don't get me wrong, I am a big advocate of makeup, it's a way to express yourself, accentuate your features, and feel good about yourself. I have no problem with people who wear a lot of makeup nor do I have any problems with people who don't wear a drop of makeup. What I'm not a fan of, however, is the idea of <i>needing </i>makeup to feel happy. Many times, especially as a high schooler, I encounter many people who say "I could never go out without makeup" or "I'm too ugly to do that to myself." As if wearing makeup is their default self and anything less is their "ugly self." Even I at one point felt that way as well.<br />
But eventually I learned that makeup shouldn't reflect on how smart, successful, or hard working you are, and neither should it reflect on your beauty. Going without makeup saved me time, money, and make me feel better about my "bare and exposed" face.<br />
Ladies and gentlemen, learn to appreciate your natural selves. It may be a long and hard process, but the outcome is worth it. </div>
Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-5725435618301932142015-02-02T19:53:00.001-08:002015-02-02T19:53:55.672-08:00When the going gets tough, get goingInspirational words of wisdom you're welcomeDidjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-36260289195280414382015-02-01T09:27:00.003-08:002015-02-01T09:29:17.057-08:00A strange encounter can go a long way<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This boy, Vidal, was a student who currently attends Mott Hall Bridges academy. After the photo received so much attention, Stanton decided to visit and interview Ms. Lopez himself.</div>
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He learned a lot about the school and how it worked. Mott Hall Bridges was a school in Brownsville, Brooklyn, known to be one of the toughest neighborhoods in Brooklyn. With most people living in housing developments and crime rates in the area high, most students over there weren't expected to make it far by others in that area. However Lopez thought differently. She believed that each student should work to aim high and know that they matter, so she wanted to take her students on a trip to visit Harvard. They decided to create an <a href="https://www.indiegogo.com/">indiegogo</a> fund to raise 100,000 dollars for the cause. Forty-five minutes after the fundraiser was launched, they met their goal. What started out at 100,000 let to 350,000, to 700,000, and currently 1.1 million dollars that are all going to Mott Hall Bridges Academy. They decided that after they reached 350,000 dollars, the rest would go to a summer camp, so that the kids are still occupied with positive things during the most vulnerable, dangerous time of the year. Then, once they got to 700,000 dollars, they decided the rest of that would go to scholarships for the most hardworking of the kids for college--and the first student to get the scholarship would be Vidal, the boy who started it all. </div>
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<br />Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-37248579876709065352015-01-26T20:09:00.001-08:002015-01-26T20:09:17.821-08:00Conor Oberst<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I think of sad, famous white boys with guitars, the first man that pops into my head is the legendary Conor Oberst. <span style="text-align: center;">Establishing himself as a musician as a shy, nerdy 13 year old, he released his first album, Water, in 1993, which included 12 tracks. One of those 12 tracks was <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOkz_SPi3O8">Ouija</a>, probably the most well known song of that album. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Throughout Conor's teenage years, he developed many bands, including The Faint (1994-1995), Commander Venus (1994-1998), The Magnetas (1996), and Park Ave. (1996). However his most well known band is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bright_Eyes_(band)">Bright Eyes</a>, formed in 1995 and has extended all the way to the present, where they released their last album, the People's Key, in 2011.</span></div>
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I was introduced to Bright Eyes as an angry pre-teen who was new to being social, interacting with boys, experimenting with music genres, and the like. My sister and I were driving to Iowa City to visit my uncle and she put in a CD with Bright Eyes' <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GHyLhbdzN0">At the Bottom of Everything</a>. The song was different from others', starting out with a very odd story of a plane crash, and then transitioning to an angry acoustic song questioning the values of our society (<i>We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul/And in this endless race for property and privilege to be one/we must run we must run we must run). </i>After experiencing the song, I slowly became an avid fan. For a long time, all I listened to was Bright Eyes' 2005 I'm Wide Awake It's Morning album. Conor's breathy and scratchy voice, brilliant lyrics, and sad heart made the teenage "fan girl" inside of me melt. I was harboring a serious rock star crush. In 8th grade, I often watched interviews with Oberst and his band. He was asked many questions about his band, his origins, and his inspirations; but was also asked about God, his spirituality, and his views on the world. </div>
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Oberst was raised in a Catholic family and went to a Catholic school, however as he grew up, his beliefs began to change and through his lyrics it is obvious that he no longer indentifies as a Catholic, and points out the many issues with Jesus and monotheism (See: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqPVXTOKqqs">Four Winds</a> and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6MnpD5_4GI">Shell Games</a>). In an <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXUiYPAn1fc">interview</a>, when asked if God was real, he explained that God is not some celestial being in the sky, but rather everything we are surrounded by. God is what we have inside us and what is also around us. Ridiculous as it seems, but those words helped me grasp a greater understanding of my personal faith and spirituality.<br />
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"What kind of band name is that?" You may think to yourself. Jeff Mangum, lead singer and face of the band, admitted that he had no idea, and that the name had been around ever since he could remember.<br />
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Neutral Milk Hotel is known to be quite a mysterious musical group. After being active during around 1989-1999 with various names, they vanished off the face of the Earth, and only recently have begun to resurface after deciding to tour in 2013, and are touring again this year, in which they'll be stopping in Iowa City on April 27th, where I'll be seeing them (You can look at ticket info <a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com/neutral-milk-hotel-iowa-city-iowa-04-27-2015/event/06004D898C9E25C3">here</a>).<br />
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Neutral Milk Hotel's first releases were the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe0zIaY_zC0">Hype City Soudtrack</a> in 1993 and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSNA94H8GJI">Everything Is</a> in 1995. Their last most well known, and my personal favorite album, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_the_Aeroplane_over_the_Sea">In the Aeroplane Over the Sea</a>, was released in 1998, and the band disintegrated a few months later, after Jeff Mangum admitted he grew tired of constant touring and interviews.<br />
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NMH's last album, <i>In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, </i>is probably one of the most bizarre albums out there. After Jeff Mangum was heavily inspired by The Diary of Anne Frank, he wrote the entire album about her and a remembrance to her life and happenings. Though it was never explicitly stated, it is heavily inferred throughout the album. It's one of those albums that doesn't involve your ears but also your creativity and your mind. The instruments found in this album are rather peculiar and don't like up; plucky guitars, bagpipes, accordions, harmonicas, and other odd instruments. Listening to the music takes you back to different point in time, especially Anne Frank era.<br />
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Mangum was known to be a crazy guy. Born and raised in Ruston, Louisiana, he was an unemployed twenty-something flitting from city to city all across the USA. Mangum often<a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/music_box/2008/02/the_salinger_of_indie_rock.html"> had night terrors</a>, making him stay up, sometimes until morning writing songs to the "haunted ghosts" in his closet. After reading the Diary of Anne Frank, he was heavily consumed by the novel, and it affected him enough that he cried for days afterwards, and in an interview he stated that he would often have dreams about going in a time machine and saving Anne Frank.<br />
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And yet this crazy bizarre guy has had the ability to speak to so many peoples' souls, and is now (finally) going back on tour and letting a light be shone on him again, as he rightfully deserves-- and I'll be lucky enough to see him live.<br />
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Over break, I was able to make time to sit myself down and watch this inspiring documentary, <a href="http://www.wastelandmovie.com/">Waste Land</a>, about a Brazilian artist who moves to the slums of Brazil to make art-- out of trash. While there, he meets people with depressing, inspiring, and moving backgrounds.<br />
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This movie certainly gave me a lot of emotions: pity, sorrow, grief, but also hope. </div>
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Despite Brazil's successful, yet costly World Cup this year, Brazil does go through many problems, such as it's <a href="http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/aug/15/violent-favelas-brazil/">violent favelas</a> (AKA slums), and<a href="http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/may/18/brazil-favelas-big-trouble-world-cup-marketing-police-abuse-killings-security"> the rate at which it's citizens feel threatened by police</a>. </div>
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Brazil doesn't have an official recycling program, however there are many recycling programs for which the Brazilian government supports. Most of the material that is recycled comes from "waste pickers." Waste pickers are people who go through the trash and find recyclable material to collect to give it to companies to recycle them. While they work for a good cause, they are considered on the low spectrum of social status, often referred to as <a href="http://wiego.org/informal-economy/occupational-groups/waste-pickers">scavengers and garbage dwellers</a>. </div>
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This movie is set in the Rio de Janeiro's metropolitan landfill Jardim Grachamo, where they receive 7,000 tons of garbage <i>daily. </i>As collectors and waste pickers began to settle there in the 70's and 80's during Brazil's economic crisis, they established favelas to live there, where 13,000 people now live. </div>
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Throughout the movie, a Brooklyn based artist <a href="http://vikmuniz.net/">Vik Muniz</a>, goes back to his native country, Brazil, to merely make art out of trash, specifically portraits. However what he didn't expect was to really get to know the people behind these portraits. He interviews them, follows their everyday life, learns about their dreams, goals, and aspirations, as well as their past.<br />
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<br />Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-81905201211370838262015-01-10T12:03:00.002-08:002015-01-10T12:03:45.464-08:00#JesuisAhmed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A tragic event occurred Wednesday evening in Paris, France. Charlie Hebdo, a French satirical news magazine known for it's offensive and Islamophobic publications was gunned down by two armed men, killing 12 and injuring 10. They are linked to be radical extremists, as they screamed "Allahu Akbar!" while running out. Later on, the two men were identified, and the assumptions were right. <a href="http://www.torontosun.com/2015/01/09/charlie-hebdo-attackers-take-hostage-north-of-paris">They were two French Algerian men who were trained in Al-Qaeda, that branched from Yemen</a>. These cowardly terrorists used Islam as a means to commit violence, even though one of the <a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/misc/hh/major_sins.htm">biggest sins in Islam is to commit murder.</a> Muslims across the world had to go out of their way to condemn and apologize for these two terrorists' actions. But the question is why? What did us Muslims have to do with it? Why is it that when a self-proclaimed Muslim commits an act of terror, the entirety of the Muslim community (about 1.7 billion of us) are expected to stand up and say "this isn't us, this isn't what we do, and we're sorry about what these people did." These terrorists do not reflect us, they never did and they never will.<br />
That day, the world justifiably mourned the victims of the attack. Peaceful demonstrations all around the world were held, with the slogan <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/JeSuisCharlie?src=tren">#JesuisCharlie</a>, meaning I am Charlie in French, bringing pens, pencils, and markers to show their solidarity and protesting for the right of freedom of speech.<br />
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Times have been quite a nightmare for French Muslims, and all Muslims around the world in reaction to the attacks. Anti-Islamic crimes have blown up (quite literally) these past few days, mosques have been vandalized, a bomb exploded near a kebab shop in Paris, and powerful Islamaphobic and right-wing groups are using this tragedy to justify oppression towards already oppressed Muslims in France. A hashtag on Twitter even began to trend saying <a href="https://twitter.com/search?q=%23KillAllMuslims&src=tyah">#KillAllMuslims</a>.</div>
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Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-2275102387762332172014-12-22T19:35:00.003-08:002014-12-22T19:35:34.522-08:00Arab Parents<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Growing up in America with Arab parents is, well, certainly an interesting experience. From a young age, I've been raised to have different values and mindsets than my American peers. My mom always reminded me not to forget about my culture, faith, or where I came from. Of course, I completely understood where she was coming from, seeing so many people from so many different cultures completely letting go of their background, and even feeling ashamed of it. I wasn't like that at all, while I definitely did deal with identity issues in middle school and beyond, I always felt a strong sense of Arab and Muslim pride in me, even if it was hard to find it at times.<br />
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Arab child is familiar with the <i>muhtrug, </i>which even the thought of brings up both tears of laughter and fear. Being an Arab teenage girl, I am expected to do my best in school (well, I mean most families expect that), dress modestly (no shorts, tank tops, dresses, etc. yeah it's quite a bother), not be out at night, and not hang out with boys. While this doesn't seem too harsh, when put upon a rebellious girl who wants to experience teenage life as it is, some problems arise. Often when I'm out with friends, I am expected to be back earlier than my other friends, my clothing choices are sadly limited, and I often have to cancel out on outings with my male friends.<br />
I of course know why my mom enforces these rules. As I stated earlier, she wants her children to have a strong sense of their faith and culture, however when enforcing these strict rules on her children, there's more of well, a tendency to rebel. Which I have done many times, and got caught. Of course nothing morally bad, but merely going against my parents' rules and wishes.<br />
Anyway what I'm trying to get at, is no matter how strict the rules are parents will enforce on me, I will likely go out and experiment with teenagehood anyway-- like talking to boys, wearing dresses, and staying out past curfew, and that's merely apart of life.Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-409873676058818662014-12-22T16:41:00.003-08:002014-12-22T16:41:38.416-08:00International Adoption in AmericaSince I was young, I knew I'd adopt. Not because I'm infertile (as far as I know I'm think I'm capable of bearing children), not because I believe the population is exploding and that we should regulate how many children people can bear, because I definitely believe in personal freedom. I wanted to adopt because-- why bring children into this world when there are so many children already brought into this world just in need of having a loving supportive family and home? <div>
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Adoption can be a beautiful thing, however, it is a very controversial and difficult process. We must take into account the financial aspect that comes with adoption, the many months and years an adoption process goes through, the kind of psychological and traumatic issues the child has, the family the child comes from, and your family values and what they assume to get out of adoption. To put it bluntly, the process of adoption is not a walk in the park, and in some ways definitely not as easy as having your own biological children. </div>
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Over the years, a significant amount of adoptees come into families that are abusive and treat them differently from the biological children. Coincidentally, a lot of these families are extremely religious evangelical conservatives who adopt older children and have big families. <a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2013/11/hana_williams_the_tragic_death_of_an_ethiopian_adoptee_and_how_it_could.html">Take Hana's (and many other Ethiopian adoptees) stories as an example.</a> They pressure many mothers to give up their children "to give them to a better family." And it's not just evangelicals who do this either, many people in their home countries coax mothers with large amounts of money to give up their babies for adoption, and many of these mothers come from poor impoverished backgrounds. </div>
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The <a href="http://adoption.com/wiki/Black_Market_Adoptions">adoption black market</a>, where children are traded around underground, is also an issue as well. Many adoptive parents decide that they don't want their children anymore, so they sell them underground. <a href="http://where%20children%20are%20traded%20around%20underground./">One case of this was the Illinois couple Nicole and Calvin Eason</a>, who decided to adopt a 16 year old girl named Quitta, and later decided they didn't want her anymore so they sold her off, shortly after she went missing. </div>
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To adopt in the most ethical way possible, you need to make sure your potential adoptee comes from a well known and trusted adoption organization, you are capable of dealing with the many struggles and difficulties you may face while dealing with your child, and making sure the family the adoptee comes from wants personally to give the child to a better family. These facts aren't to scare people away from adoption, they are just the mere realities you must face if you want to adopt. </div>
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Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-47000941762986193082014-12-14T17:57:00.000-08:002014-12-14T17:57:01.106-08:00Diversity in America: Good or Bad?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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America: The Country of Immigrants they call it. We are known to be a land of sanction, freedom, and opportunity. That's what we're supposed to be built on, right?<br />
Fast forward a good, say, 300 years later and many die-hard patriots (<a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/03/03/article-1362710-0D755339000005DC-540_470x238.jpg">you know, the ones who live in the heart of the South, drive pickup trucks, and plaster the Confederate flag whenever they can</a>) are frightened for the future of America because we are one of the most ethnically, religiously, and racially diverse countries. We are continuing to be the Land of Immigrants, however this time, many of us aren't white.<br />
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and having started just this year, <a href="http://qz.com/251380/starting-this-year-minorities-will-outnumber-white-americans-in-public-schools/">minorities have outnumbered white people in U.S public schools</a>. So, what does this mean for the future of America? What will we look like, say, 20 years from now? Are the great liberties and freedoms our forefathers worked to build diminishing with the aliens coming into our country every day and taking our jobs?<br />
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Well, no, not really. First, off, immigrants are not stealing jobs from U.S. citizens, in fact, if we threw out every illegal alien in the country, our economy would plummet, <a href="http://www.bostonglobe.com/opinion/2014/07/01/the-stolen-job-myth/PT2ulTub6L2z2Pwq1g05FL/story.html">because they are in fact, taking jobs no one else will take.</a> From dishwashers, maids, garbage truck workers, meat and dairy factory workers, and many other unappealing careers, these are really most of the jobs illegal immigrants take, because well, what other job would they be able to get? And really, who else would take these jobs?<br />
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Second, diversity is more good than bad. While diversity can lead to resentment, hatefulness, and the like, it creates a wide variety of influence, ideas, attitudes, and mindsets. Being among a diverse community, you learn about the many lives and experiences of others from all over the world and you are brought new ideas and fresh perceptions. Diverse communities will bring about diverse schools, giving children a wide variety of cultures, which will make them better prepared for the world ahead. Take my friend <a href="http://not-flowers.blogspot.com/">Annabelle</a> for example. Being friends with Annabelle this year, has brought us both many new experiences and mindsets. For me, it's because she's Catholic, and for her, because I'm a Muslim Arab, which is something she was never exposed to at her past Catholic school. In a recent conversation, she admitted that by being friends with someone not white, she had learned a lot and it had opened her mind to many new ideas. Well, that made me feel pretty flattered.<br />
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<br />Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-62025446061845026862014-12-09T14:13:00.003-08:002014-12-09T14:13:36.515-08:00Volunteering Abroad: Is It For You?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The idea of joining the <a href="http://www.peacecorps.gov/">Peace Corps</a> is something that to me- sounds both terribly interesting and excitingly frightening. Spending a year or two volunteering and giving back while making the experience of your life in a far off mysterious country does sound very appealing to someone like me, but you could also see why it would be absolutely terrifying to others.<br />
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While it's incredibly difficult to get into the Peace Corps, it's something I definitely aspire to do when I'm older, perhaps after college. With a doing a little bit of research <i>way </i>ahead of my time (hey I'm curious), it sounds like a process I would be willing to do. At least, for now. Because my goals and aspirations will definitely be different when I'm 22, but for now I can always dream. </div>
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Anyway, getting into the Peace Corps is a challenge, to be able to, you must go through a long application process that can take months, medical examinations, and application expenses, as well as travel expenses once you actually get in. Then, through the Peace Corps, you can choose over 140 countries to be apart of ranging from the Caribbean, South America, Eastern Europe, Asia, and Africa. You can work in education, agriculture, the environment, health, community and economic development, and youth in development. So there are various opportunities for everyone. You must go through an intense language program that teaches you all you need to know about the language a few months before you begin.<br />
Fortunately, the Peace Corps isn't the only volunteer abroad program you can join. <a href="http://www.goabroad.com/volunteer-abroad">GoAbroad</a>, <a href="http://www.crossculturalsolutions.org/">CrossCulturalSolutions</a>, and <a href="http://www.projects-abroad.org/">Projects-Abroad</a> are a few of the many programs you can go through to volunteer abroad and give back to the global community.<br />
So now that you may be actually interested in it, what exactly do you have to go through when volunteering abroad? Well, from what I've heard, it's definitely not a walk in the park. You are surrounded by a completely different culture, away from your friends and family, surrounded by people who look at you in a strange way. You must deal with a new lifestyle, most of the time not as luxurious as the one you had back home, since you are in developing cities and villages.<br />
All in all, it is said that while this may be very different from what you're used to, it will be an experience of a lifetime. You will be meeting new people, learning new things, passing on your own knowledge, and most of all making a positive difference to the community around you.<br />
With that being said; I can't wait.<br />
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Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-51629745249776479322014-12-08T20:01:00.001-08:002015-01-13T05:23:17.465-08:00Days of Glory: The Forgotten Heroes Of WWII<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This film was based off of the many colonized African soldiers who were recruited for the war, and were to ultimately give their lives for France. The movie focuses on 4 main characters, all from different parts of Algeria who are both Berber and Arab: Said, Yassir, Messaoud, and Abdelkader, who are faced with cruel and hateful torments, yet are still there to stand up for a country where the torment comes from: their "beloved" France. </div>
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To put it bluntly: I loved the film. I watched it with the family, because they too, had an interest in what the movie was about. There were many things about my own culture that I learned because of it and it almost made me proud to be an Algerian, because I witnessed the heroic actions and behaviors of people from my own country and the cruel colonization they had to deal with. </div>
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Onto the criticisms; as an Algerian with grandparents and great-grandparents who witnessed what the colonization was like, there were some historical faults with the movie. In it, it was almost as if the characters were excited to fight for the motherland, that they were about to experience a new adventure and make new experiences. In reality, this was not the case. Many Algerians were resentful and did not want to participate in the war, however were forced to because, well, that's colonization. Other than that, I believe it was quite historically accurate and gave a good representation on what it was like to be an African soldier fighting for a war that didn't benefit them, and the blunt differences between the actual French soldiers and Arab soldiers and how they were treated. </div>
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I won't spoil too much for you, but at the end of the film, it took a lot to hold back tears. It was a very emotional experience and afterwards it gave you an account of what happened to these African soldiers after the war. <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/13/world/europe/13iht-vets.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0">Many were not given pensions for their participation in the war and trials to receive these pensions are<i> to this day</i> ongoing.</a> </div>
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Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-14956830663066947492014-12-07T17:41:00.001-08:002015-01-13T05:26:48.568-08:00Whirling Dervishes: The Practice of Spiritual Meditation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Recently, I've taken a great interest in Turkish culture. To the point where every time I bring up anything to do with Turkey and it's culture, my exchange sister laughs because well-- sometimes I can talk about it a lil too much.<br />
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Any foreigner witnessing this practice might think: "What in the world are these men doing? Are they crazy? Aren't they getting dizzy?"<br />
Just experiencing a one on one spiritual moment with God. So yes, maybe crazy depending on where your religious viewpoints lie.<br />
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These men are Whirling Dervishes of the Sufi sect of Islam, they call themselves the Mevlevi Order. Sufi Muslims are those who <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sufism">practice the inner mystical dimension of Isl</a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sufism">am</a>. They devote themselves to becoming closer to God and embrace His presence in life. They do this by practicing various forms of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhikr">dhikr</a> (which is what the Mevlevi Order is considered), <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muraqaba">muraqaba</a>, and making visitations to many historical and spiritual places. These men can not only be found in Turkey, but in many different places in the Middle East, such as Egypt, Syria, etc.<br />
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To participate in this kind of dhikr, you probably need to have a strong stomach, something I'm definitely not cut out for. Not only that, but you also must have a strong devotion to Allah and probably have a devoted interest in Sufism. To begin the practice, men wear a white frock with<br />
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Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-90755953714428759922014-11-04T20:35:00.001-08:002014-11-04T20:35:43.628-08:00Election DaySo today is Election Day-- AAHH! Who will win? <div>My parents went out to the nearby church in plan to vote. When they arrived, they never had a chance to hear that they weren't allowed to talk, so of course they did, and the man went up to them and told them they couldn't. afterwards, they obeyed the rules and carried on their voting process without talking. Then, as they were about to put it in the ballot box, they were stopped by the man who explained that their vote would be taken into questioning based on what happened earlier. My parents found this very peculiar. Peculiar enough, in fact, that they went to a government building in downtown Linn County to report what happened. While they were there they met a woman who they explained the situation to. She burst into tears and told them that this was unfair, because she and her son were talking the whole time and nothing happened to them. This was when my parents definitely knew something was up. They told the govt official who said there was not much they could do so at this point the vote might be counted or not. As a family we were all upset and we knew exactly the reason why that man took my parents to vote. It was because of our background and he knew exactly who my parents were votig for. </div><div>It's quite saddening knowing hardships like these still exist. When things like these happen, we are often snapped into the reality that America is far from a democracy when specific peoples' voting rights are not counted, all because of their background. </div>Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-39335070449824554312014-11-04T17:31:00.002-08:002014-11-04T17:31:45.203-08:00Learning a new languageLearning new languages are extremely beneficial when it comes to travelling, your social life, your knowledge, and your future career. Languages open doors to new opportunities and experiences. These are one of the many reasons why we should all learn (and stick with) a new language.<br />
Unfortunately, most of us are American, and with being an American teenager, you should know that the American education system is flawed in many ways, one of them being the lack of teaching languages at an early age.<br />
The problem with teaching languages at the age they begin to teach us (AKA freshmen year in our district) is that our brains have become too developed to pick up a language easily, and it will take us many more years than it would have to learn the language and even become fluent in it. Four years of language in high school is simply not enough to become fluent in a language. It takes many, many years and quite a bit of dedication. Anyway, I'm getting off topic.<br />
Recently, I've become very interested in learning many languages, however a language I am most interested in is Arabic. I really wanted to take a class, but was unable to because the school I currently attend doesn't teach it. So I figured since I already have a lot of background knowledge in the language because of growing up with our mosque's sunday school, speaking a dialect of Arabic, and currently living with an exchange student who's native language is Arabic. I decided to take up the language myself. I've been doing this by using many websites that will teach you Arabic, asking parents and my exchange sister for help, conversing with native speakers via my mosque and the internet, and watching movies, listening to music, and reading in Arabic. I must definitely admit, learning a language is very tough but very rewarding. I feel as though I am learning new things everyday and I like to think about where I will end up in a year. Of course, learning a language on my own <i>is </i>certainly more difficult than taking an hour everyday class with an educated teacher for help, but learning on my own does have it's benefits.<br />
I encourage all of you to take up a language. There are many great sites online to learn just about any language-- even wacky ones like Flemish, Belarusian, and Azeri. Who even knew those were languages? Even getting better at the language you are learning currently, such as Chinese, Spanish, German, or Russian, you can find good sources online to aid you in your quest to unlocking the world of a new language, just find them!<br />
Almost the rest of the world outside America speak two or more languages, so why aren't we?Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-42681258496393350992014-11-04T14:55:00.001-08:002014-11-04T14:55:45.373-08:00Paradise Now: Movie Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-43428873923940314652014-10-28T05:07:00.001-07:002014-10-28T05:48:46.109-07:00How to be self confident"How is this blog post related to human rights?" you may ask. Good question. Well to be an activist you must speak out for things you are passionate about without the fear of letting others bring you down. But more importantly, being a teenager in a high school where you often feel like you don't belong, can often be detrimental to your well-being, so many will often try to change themselves for the hope that things will be better for themselves. This is wrong, but embracing who you are is definitely easier said than done.<br />
First and foremost, fake it until you make it. Look in the mirror every morning and tell yourself; "Damn. I look good today" even if it may not be true.<br />
<br />Didjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234323157952610126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361947392153007265.post-60665194720327063052014-10-27T20:24:00.004-07:002014-10-27T20:27:47.817-07:00The Tunisian Revolution and how it ignited the Arab RevolutionIn 2010, Mohamed Bouazizi was selling fruits in the small town of Sidi Bouzid, Tunisia. He was a breadwinner for his widowed mother and six siblings. The problem was, he didn’t have a permit to sell his goods. When the police asked him to stop what he was doing, he refused and was then beaten in public. As a result of this public humiliation he marched to the government building and set himself on fire. The Arab Spring began in Sidi Bouzid and spread all across the country of Tunisia. Civilians across Tunisia protested for the fall of President Zine Al Abidine and his regime, who ruled for 23 years. The Tunisian revolution ignited the protest of many other Middle Eastern nations who wanted a fair democracy and for the fall of their current governments regime.<br />
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