Friday, January 22, 2010

Haiti Earthquake 2010

This disaster is so devastating on so many levels. The poorest country in the Western Hemisphere gets hit with hurricanes and has a corrupt government. Now they are worse off than before.

When it first happened and I heard about all the aid that was being sent over, I felt positive that perhaps the rebuilding of the country would eventually bring them up to a better quality of life than they had before. Of course, to the people who lost their lives or loved ones, nothing can replace that.

I wish I could go help, but I am barely surviving in my life, as it is. If I had the luxury to go help, I wouldn't hesitate, as I know many of my students, friends and family would as well.

I do know someone who is able to help and is making his 2nd trip to help the people of Haiti and I am so proud of him. He has been telling me what he has encountered and of the devastation he has seen.
Please pay attention to this issue and comment. I will update soon with more details from the person I know who is over there right now.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

My version of Ramadan


Since my African boyfriend was Muslim, he practiced Ramadan, the month long fast that Muslims do every year. I was very interested in this and I decided to celebrate Ramadan, too. I wasn't doing it as a Muslim, just with them He didn't even know I was going to do it. But, when he found out, he taught me how to do it correctly. You couldn't eat or drink anything from sunrise to sunset. You are not even supposed to brush your teeth, take an aspirin, or anything. We did brush our teeth but did not drink water afterwards. The reason for fasting is to get in touch with God, or Allah. Supposedly, you think about God more when you are hungry and voluntarily fasting...everytime you think about eating, you think about why you chose to fast, thus God crosses your mind more than a normal day. Keep in mind, my explanations are my interpretations of what was explained to me, what I read, and what I also believe. My interpretations probably do not correlate with everything Islam actually teaches.
When I heard that Muslims fasted for a month, I always thought they didn't eat anything at all for a whole month & I probably thought they could have liquids. To be honest, I really never gave it much thought. They can eat after sunset and before sunrise, but it is not like they gorge themselves or anything. My beau said that if you break your fast with water, the next day, you'll be thirsty. So, we usually broke our fast with OG minestrone soup and salad. Then we'd eat a regular dinner later in the evening. You are supposed to wake before sunrise to eat I think and pray of course, but I usually woke up after sunrise, so I couldn't eat until the evening. Not being Muslim, I didn't pray 5X a day toward Mecca which they are supposed to do everyday. My Muslim boyfriend did the praying in the morning and evening, but he didn't do the middle of the day ones - that is why I say he wasn't strict. Another thing you are not supposed to do during the day is curse, have sex, take medicine...Let me tell you that I never thought about God so much in my life as that month. It made me think of people who didn't have the choice to fast or not and were really hungry. It made me want to help them. Charity is another of the requirements of Islam and Ramadan reinforces this for them and it did for me, too. Smelling food cooking or seeing people eat, when you "can't" is a very spiritual and humbling experience. Oftentimes I felt weak from lack of food and water during the day, but most of the time, I felt fine and even had more energy than normal. Prior to participating in Ramadan, I thought you'd lose weight, but you don't b/c you eat at night only. Here comes the touchy subject...women and that time of the month. I wouldn't think it would make a difference, but there are rules in the Koran about fasting while menstruating. You are not supposed to fast while menstruating. I didn't go for that. I thought that women could never do the whole month then and that wasn't fair. My friend didn't approve of that, but I reminded him that I wasn't fasting as a Muslim just with them, so it was okay.
Just to review the important points...There are five Pillars of Islam or things they believe they must do to be a Good Muslim.
1. Statement of Faith that there is no God but Allah or Iman
2. Pray 5 times a day in the direction of Mecca, their Holy City. AKA Salah
3. Ramadan - fast for one month or Sawm
4. Charity or Zakah
5. Haaj - pilgrimage to Mecca at least once in their lives

♥ My African Experience ♥


Now we are studying Africa. I haven't been there yet, but have loved Africa and wanted to go there since I can remember. I used to watch the show "Born Free" when I was young and when I discovered the book, I read that as well.
I have known several people from Africa and will tell you what I learned from them.
From 1995-96, I had a Moroccan boyfriend. He taught me a lot about his country, language, customs, etc. He was a Muslim, but not a very strict one. His Moroccan language is Arabic, but mixed with Berber, the indigenous people of the region. He also spoke fluent French as it was a French colony. Oddly, although Morocco is closer to Spain geographically than France, he didn't speak Spanish. However, he picked it up very rapidly. When someone is mulitlingual it is supposed to be easy for them to pick up new languages and he proved this to be true.

We met when we were both working as waiters in Olive Garden. I was going back to school to get my Masters in Education and teaching certificate and waiting tables gave me the flexibility to do that. He had come to the U.S. as a tourist, gotten married in N.Y. to someone "for the papers", and then moved to Houston. I never knew his true immigration story and have lost touch with him. I do remember he had to go to New York and communicate with that woman regarding their marriage. It seemed like a reasonable story and I didn't question it.
When he arrived in Houston, at Hobby airport, he found an apartment not far from the airport. He took the bus everyday to Olive Garden near the Galleria from the Hobby Airport area. His apt. had very little furniture and he slept on the floor on a mat. His roommate was Moroccan as well.