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  • in reply to: How hard can it be?! #101409
    Ahmed
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    Dear Anita,

    I guess i was not clear enough, this was not the mean, the purpose, to just stop hitting kids for not praying, as i have told you i never heard of a kid being hit for not praying, I just see this as the best approach for dealing with child abuse. You might say that this works only for Muslims, no it works because i believe in it, it will work because I will master that approach that no one will have any questionability regarding it, because simply there is not, it is just we can not see it.
    In regards off someone hitting his children for just stress relief, to distress in action when angry, that is not a human nature, this person is sick, he needs help, he needs treatment. he just was abused, and decided to be an abuser not a victim, but no one showed them the road to healing! and when you show them that path, and they are not believing, they are just blind, and blind people can not care that much for children, they need help for caring for their children, lots of help for caring for them selves, just like that! if they just can not see how much they are blind, they do not deserve the git of children, it is hard very hard, but that is life, it is either we chose to live it with love or with hate, in the show or in the dark, and as much as someone tries to pull us from the dark, we will resist as much as we can, we see it as our comfort zone, and if we were forced to get out of darkness, we will step back when we get the chance, someone cannot get out of the dark without taking the first step in his mind, realizing i cannot live in the dark any more, than when we get in the light we will have all the help we need to stay in the light, not the help forcing us to stay out of the dark, I did when I realized how much am strong in the light, and how much am week in the dark, that is when i was out of the dark, that is when I told you my real name!

    Love, Ziad,

    in reply to: Thoughts of a desperate mind! #101408
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Hi Anita,

    They are, were and will!

    Ziad,

    in reply to: How hard can it be?! #101377
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Anita,
    it is amazing what a good sleep can benefit you, you get in a different state, physically, mentally and spiritually. do you no that the only sense that is still working while you are sleeping is hearing?

    what more thoughts were you talking about?

    Ziad,

    in reply to: Thoughts of a desperate mind! #101376
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    I suffered from child-to-child sexual Abuse, it was very bad, he was a neighbor.
    yes we did, she took the side of my father, but when she realized the extent of the consequences she did not.

    Ziad,

    in reply to: How hard can it be?! #101374
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Hi Anita,

    I somehow cannot get the last line in your last post.
    Am still out and using my mobile.

    Ziad,

    in reply to: How hard can it be?! #101369
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Hi Anitta,

    I defiantly have all the ambition to educate more people about the meaning of DARB.
    I just came home and will go out again now, I will attend to the rest of your posts tonight, i just had to tell that I Dooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…….infinity!

    Love, Ziad! by the way that is my real name 🙂

    in reply to: How hard can it be?! #101356
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    Yes please, this is my approach to make other understand the issue, I have to perfect it as a methadology, I’ll be the master of it!

    Xaas,

    in reply to: Thoughts of a desperate mind! #101354
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Hi Anity,

    I slept, I had a good nine hours sleep, and I dreamt, for the first time since around three years ago, or My mind was just clear enogh to hear the message of my unconscious, it was some how repressing the next fight I had to face. My sister, my oldest sister, and when I called her we talked, we argued, and even shouted at each other, I had the power to tell her I was sexually abused. It is still a very long journey, and I’ll keep going till they raliase!

    Cya,

    in reply to: Thoughts of a desperate mind! #101331
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    Firstly, I had been writing and rewriting this another message to you for more than 2 hours, regarding the events of my day and how I reflected upon them. It was very long and unclear, but it is now very clear to me, and somehow motivated me to keep a journal.

    Second, Thank you for that good additions above, I really do realize that now, I just had not been that honest towards myself then. I wrote that when I was being hypocrite and in denial as I told you before.
    Somehow puting it like that and me being drown off by it, made me realize how much I have not been righteous to myself. I felt like sharing it, and naming it “thoughts of a hypocrite mind” energized me to decide to finish it, in a good and understandable manner just to define that state of hypocrisy and denial.

    Third, I have this great fealing about the need to share my fight against abuse, I feel compelled towards my sisters and nices, I feel compelled towards my friends and my community. I cannot count to you how many times I saw an action of abuse, saw it in someone’s eye, especially a kid, feeling it in his/her way of expressing him/her self, adults who have tendency to be abuser as a reflection of them being abused, the action of abuse towards me, all that just in one day.
    I do not see these actions or reflections as triggers any more, I see them as being a wrong states and that I have to correct them, and I have did, more than once today. I have felt more easy talking to other about abuse, I felt more easy in ragards of expressing myself, and more important I felt needed!

    Fourth, I see my long journey of healing before me and am not scared of it, it just started, and realize the effort to be spent to reach it, it is huge, but yet I feel very confident about it.

    Fifth, I just have to go to sleep so I can be able to wakeup tomorrow to continue, to keep doing what ever is giving me that feeling of fulfillment.

    Sixth, I will talk to you about my reflection of thoughts regrading your last post on the topic “how does your mind work?” Tomorrow, and still waiting for your reflection of thoughts regarding my last post on topic “how hard it is?”

    Goodnight, Xaas,

    in reply to: How hard can it be?! #101300
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    Yes it is very sad and I could not stop crying while writing it, but it made me think about something that have rattled my head for years, and it is related to the religion of Islam, but please bare with me as this was very critical point in my thinking towards abuse, and the use of releigion to make an excuse for abuse, please bare with me here as this is not about religion as it is about the man who I my thinkings held the respect and appreciation of more nonmuslims comparing to Muslims, this man is prophet Mohamed. In Islamic religion since there are two major sources, which are the Quran the book of Islam, and the teachings of prophet Mohamed which are represented in a leagacy oh habits and sayings.
    You might say this is too complicated or meaningless but it held a great affect to me, I can not say I was a Muslim by choice, rather than by blood. But when ever I would read about God or his prophets I was always convinced that this is righteous, but I have always wondered about this saying of prophet Mohamed, that was related to prayer and when we should ask our children to pray, and at what age we should start to teach them to pray.

    I have to go to attack another point here which without I cannot explain what am saying, again bare with me please, the Arabic language is one of the richest languages in the world, and I have considered it to, and Arabs at the era when Islam appeared were very expert in the Arabic language, that the knowledge of someone with it is something that every body cherish and admire, I can tell that the leagacy of litruture in the Arabic language, would need multiple life’s to add it to your life time, in order to collect and understand that legacy, in my sence of acknowledgement, it is one of that most languages that are rich in meaninging, in a sence that one word could have more than one meaning depending on the way you pronounce it, the context, the drvitive of that word, and many other, let’s take an example here, and yes we are so close to the conclusion, this word in Arabic is “ضرب” pronounced as “darb”, in origin this word means the movement of one object form point “a” to point “b”, for example if you add road to it, it would mean that you are traveling the road from one point to another, if you add with gun to it, it means you are firing a bullet using a gun that is moving from where you stand to the point you are aiming to. Currently, in slang Arabic it means beating some one, the word just lost its meaning like that!

    So this saying of prophet Mohamed is, that you should teach your children to pray at 7, and you “ضرب” or “drab” them at ten.
    I had wondered too much at this message, is prophet Mohamed saying that it is ok to hit our children, and that we should hit them at the age of ten to do it, and as much as it is devastating, this is the commen knowldge now, to me this made no sense, I never believed it, and I was never been hit to pray, but I was been hit for other stuff and once for fun!
    How much can this confuse me, until this morning when I searched deep, for that very reasonable meaning.
    I have to go again to Arabic language here, the word “ضرب” or “drab” was never used by Arab as a action of hitting some one unless you add a description of using a tool of hitting after it, like if you add with/by hand, it means you hit by the hand, and if you add with/by sword, it will be meaning being hit by a saword, it means that you will use this tool and move it from one point in the dricetion to another intended point, that how actually hitting happens, you move your hand from one point to another which is the place you intend to hit. It is very logic.

    Back again to the saying, we are talking about prayer here, and in the next part prophet Mohamed says that you “ضرب” or “darb” your children for prayer at the age of ten, which means that take your children from one place to another to pray, which is a mosque, it does not mean to hit your children to pray, you have to use something to hit, and there is no any meaning in this saying that held the intention of using something like in English the word “with/by” or in Arabic the letter “ب”, and it even have a greater meaning, that you should not take your children to mosque, coz they are children and would not understand that, and should just enjoy their childhood. And that at the age of 10 you are beginning to form adulthood.

    this is a great message for the Muslims who thinks that they are eligible to hit there children for prayer, which I have never heard or seen a kid being hit to pray, sure it is happining, but it is the major execuse that any Muslim would take to accept him self hitting his children.

    We have just lost our religion when we lost our language. Which is a more important message for all humanity, is that the ignorance in the feed for abuse!

    I know that this might not interest you as much, but it really had a great meaning to me today, and I had just had to explain to my niece the meaning of this word, she just turned ten, and her dad just told her that saying on her birthday so she prays, he was saying it with a sence of humor, he did not hit his doughter to pray, but he was making it clear that he has the right to do it if she did not pray, you can not see how much her face just brightened and it really did when she understood the meaning of that word.
    I have sent the link that I found explaining in proof all that, to my sis and I’ll make sure her husband gets the message, but I need to be careful with that, it is not easy to tell some one that what you have been told for decades is not true!

    I guess you will understand me here, I actually do not pray, and this saying had put me off praying for long time, I just could not do something under threat, am too hardheaded 🙂

    Hope that this would mean something for you, it is a very big deal to me!

    Xaas,

    in reply to: Thoughts of a desperate mind! #101254
    Ahmed
    Participant

    I had attempted to write this, yesterday, it is incomplete, unfinished and wrong. Part for that is why I was not able to finish it, because it was wrong in too many ways, and specially the beg.

    What is good and what is bad
    What if he did that
    Just coz you were mad
    What is good and what is that
    Why did feelings act
    Fast in order we blast

    What is good and what is blask
    Where is the denying fact
    Last that we ask
    What is good and what is back
    When was dealings tar
    Most far or is bark

    What is good and what is heir
    Was it just fun
    Thus in carious we stair

    What is good and what is gone
    What if wrong we all bare
    He will then be announced won
    What is good and what is dare
    Who will get all done
    It had got him whole
    What is good and what is bad
    Would be as we where told
    It was built like a mold
    What is good and what is bad
    White is there like a flak
    If we keep it must black
    What is good and what is bad
    Will this be at all
    Can we just stand tall
    What is good and what is bad!

    You can call it thoughts of a hypocrite mind! Calling it that can make it right!

    Xaas,

    in reply to: How hard can it be?! #101252
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    I have never felt imbalance during my life as am feeling it right now, I really feal shocked!

    And some how I feel more sorry for him than I felt before, I feel sorry for him that he did not see his own lie, he did nor relaize he is hurting him self as much as he is hurting others, I feel sorry for him for he had became what he had feared when he was a child, I feel sorry for him that I can not even tell him that.
    The more I reliable how they have hurt me, the more I feel sorry for them, it’s had to cope with that, feeling sorry for him not being able to realize how wrong he is, I feel sorry for them that they did not understand that in their attempts to stop his abuse to me, they actually helped him more to abuse me, I feel sorry for them that when the gave me money or gifts they shared in the act of abuse, and they thought they were trying to put it right, and they do not even see it.

    How can you feel sorry for some one pulacing you at gun point, and that he can not see the Hyena tracking him from behind and that he is just about to get bitten on the neck. If only he can see it, we could have stood together and fight it?!

    I now can understand why my mom would not stop crying when praying, even if she does not know it, she thinks she is crying and praying for me, while she should be crying for her self for forgiveness that she shard too in the abuse, I hoe she relishes that!

    yes I have no aprove, that he is regretting it, but I wish he is, for his own sake, I wish he would ask for forgiveness not from me, or for me, for himself and from himself. I wish he could relive it for his own sake, I cannot ask anything from him, nor I ever remembered that I did, nor that I am willing to!

    Now, am sure she did not scrfacie anything for us or for me, and even if she did, she took it back and much much more, am not regretting it, I never regret giving, I just feel sorry that someone does not realize the value of giving, realize the gift he has in his hands and before destroying it.

    You were right, I was the perfect victim, I was have been all my life till now, I was the perfect victim for seeing I deserve it, I was the perfect victim for accepting their gifts and making them feel good about them, I was the perfect victim that I had not even need chains or walls to stay in my prison, I was the perfect victim in my desprate attempts to make them feel better and showing them am good enough for them, I was the perfect victim for not even doubting that logic, I was the perfect victim for not questioning their values and supporting it, I was the perfect victim for for not seeing my soft as a victim!

    Thank you Anita for waking me up after all that years, thank you for showing me how hypocrite and demeaning I was being to myself, and am sorry that I have Dircted that towards you, I was feeling it and not knowing it, denying, and when I saw it in others, the truth that is as clear as the sun, it hurts too much you can not open your eyes, you were living in the dark for too much long, and again am sorry for trying to put off your light, thank you for baring with me without even showing it to me, thank you for making me realizing that am now hurting my self as much they did, and I slo have no right to do that.

    Xaas,

    in reply to: How hard can it be?! #101221
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    You are most welcome,

    I was just reflecting the fact you cam across that my dad in realtionship with others was a good man, and was not always that good with me, and I have thought about it a lot,if you can be a good person with others, why cannot he be a good person with us as a family. I was brought up with that fact that my mom did not get divorced from him because of us, that’s how she put it, a cultural taboo, that the women have to screfice her life for the sake of her children, which was the worst environment to raise children. A taboo, that a women who has doughters can not get divorced for the sake of her doughters, who would get married to a girl with a divorced mom. Tabooooooos.

    He is now another man, not the man he used to be, his body had failed him, he spends most of the day sleeping, goes for his physiotherapy, he is like a kid, who is scared that his mother is going to leve him, he cannot even remember to take his medications, he looks like a man who has regrets, lots of regrets, using his sickness for attention, it’s sad to look at him, a new feeling to add to the strength, anger and agony he used to resemble to me, he is living in fear of his actions, and reliving them each day. Some days I cannot even look at him, other day we just do with good morning and goodnight. Anyway I was not getting out of my room much till recently, this morning he looked very sad, I just could not pass by him with out saying something, so I told him joking, are you sad coz your football team lost, I also love in fear, the fear that becoming him one day!

    I cannot understand how you came up with the fact that am living with him, and about me being financially dependent on him, but it is much more complicated than that. i don’t even wanna go through it.

    I have just relised when I had a minute walk downstairs that my first priority should be moving out, gaining my independency. At least I still have my car, and it is something I can lean on if needed. I need to get a job, but am not ready, I have a job offer here in my city, I have an offer from a friend to move with him in another city. The options are there, and I have did it before and I can dos it again, but am not ready.

    I prefer the idea of moving to another city, it would be a good execuse to just move out with out making a fuss.

    Thank you for your time and effort!

    Cya,

    in reply to: Thoughts of a desperate mind! #101215
    Ahmed
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    Am saying dear because I feel it, am sorry again for making you feel uncomfortable about it, I guess am used to running from it, and have never seen some one who have embraced them that much, and I might have been feeling threatened! It is not always easy to admint your fear and weakness.

    I was referring to that and the rest of my post, my understanding of you definition, and you did not answer me, when did you come up with that definition, it’s mind blowing!

    Ya I have just got some reinforcements to my current traffic control forces 😉

    Respect,

    in reply to: How hard can it be?! #101213
    Ahmed
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    Again Anita,

    I can not argue about that at all, where was his heart!

    I cannot think before or after this phrase, where was his heart, and I have to add on it where was my mom?

    I guess I have to watch closer when presenting my logic to you, you seem like someone who has great values and built sustainable logic to.handle them.

    I have to apologize again for devaluating your knowledge, and you defiantly have the experince to aid it.

    And from your last answer, came a question I had been Longing for an answer, and the answer is it is all about the looks of others to you, you care more for the prospective of outsiders to you, than the prospective of your family to you.
    And he had been regretting it since!

    I would like to congratulate you of your five years of healing, and we need you to keep going 🙂

    The problem with anxiety and stress is that they tend to increase each time you try to hide them, and this is what usually gets me each time, the concentration and focus is a reflection of your mind state, they tend to need mind space.
    I guess when I used to listen to music when I study, it was like a stress relief mechanism that helped me concentrate and focus more, but also it tends to fireback!

    I never freed him from his responsibility, but how can you get closure, is it just black or white, is it either you cut any connection with him or he voluntary acknowledging his doing? I think I can not do the first nor he can do the last!

    And I can add that he caried the responsibility of damaging my soul and that I let others abuse me! And when he relised that he hated both of us, I was the living proof of his abuse, the living proof that his abuse brought more abuse, a kind that he felt ashamed of, and that’s why he hated me at a moment, the desire, the need for coping and forgetting was too strong for him to handle, and the desire to forget the unforgettable and just buy adding some anger to it, it changed to hate.

    You see, am hardheaded, am not convinced until I realize and study the facts, otherwise it just won’t!

    Ok, it’s your time 😉

    Cya,

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