Tuesday, May 6, 2008
I'm off...
My parent bought it! I'm off to the "Movies!" I will check in after and tell everyone how the speech went!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
The Movies!
I figured out a way to get out of the house! I am going to take my sister home, and them go to the grocery store. I should be home around 5 if I take my time and tell my father the traffic was bad.
When I get home I will beg to go to the Warner to see a film. If I leave at 5 the movie will last until 7 or so, which will leave me plenty of time to go see the speech and them make it back home!
You might be wondering why I want to go see Mayor Ala' al-tamimi... He was removed by the corrupt city council chairman Mazin Makkiya. I am not sure of the details, which is why I want to go to the speech. Any time there is so much violence close to home, I want to know why. My parents want us to stay home and not get involved because it is dangerous, but I think it is more dangerous to not know what is happening than to remain clueless.
When I get home I will beg to go to the Warner to see a film. If I leave at 5 the movie will last until 7 or so, which will leave me plenty of time to go see the speech and them make it back home!
You might be wondering why I want to go see Mayor Ala' al-tamimi... He was removed by the corrupt city council chairman Mazin Makkiya. I am not sure of the details, which is why I want to go to the speech. Any time there is so much violence close to home, I want to know why. My parents want us to stay home and not get involved because it is dangerous, but I think it is more dangerous to not know what is happening than to remain clueless.
Good News!
While I was at BlackBear meeting with my friends I found out that tonight there is going to be a speech by former mayor _____________ at the Mountainlair in the Green Zone. I am going to have to find a way to get out of the house by 6! My father and brother will be home and they won't want me to leave--especially to go to the most dangerous place in Morganhdad. I will have to come up with a good reason.
For now, I'm going to pick up my sister at the library and take her to the riverfront to play. Hopefully I will figure out something to tell my Dad so he will let me go to the speech...
For now, I'm going to pick up my sister at the library and take her to the riverfront to play. Hopefully I will figure out something to tell my Dad so he will let me go to the speech...
Monday, April 21, 2008
a little bit of freedom.
From 9:30 until around 10am I stay with my sister at the library. Once she is having class, I have some free time. It is not common for girls my age to be alone one the streets, but my father and brother work beyond the green zone and I am able to move around freely until around 2pm, when I have to go back to pick up my sister from school.
I head to BlackBear, which is a restaurant that allows female Muslims to meet and chat. Because most men meet in the late afternoon, we are usually the only people in the place, but it is nice to socialize.
I head to BlackBear, which is a restaurant that allows female Muslims to meet and chat. Because most men meet in the late afternoon, we are usually the only people in the place, but it is nice to socialize.
My morning...
It is 8am and I am getting ready for my day. Because of the conflict, and my close proximity to the Green Zone, my day is not very exciting. You will notice as you read my story that my existence is dim because I am a female. With the high number of transients (non-Muslims) in my town, I am forced to be discreet in my beliefs, but also in my daily routine.
My day starts with my mother and me getting breakfast ready for my father and brother. At 7am I walk to a bread store to get bread for the day. I have to leave early before all of the men are on the streets, and also before my brother and father are requesting their breakfast.
By 9am my brother and father are off to work. I get started on my day. My little sister attends classes at the public library, and I go with her because she cannot go alone.
My day starts with my mother and me getting breakfast ready for my father and brother. At 7am I walk to a bread store to get bread for the day. I have to leave early before all of the men are on the streets, and also before my brother and father are requesting their breakfast.
By 9am my brother and father are off to work. I get started on my day. My little sister attends classes at the public library, and I go with her because she cannot go alone.
My story...
My name is Barika Faridah. I am 19 years old and I live in Morganhbad. We have been in the midst of war for 5 years and the city is showing signs of the conflict.
I live in Morganhdad. It’s a square that has the courthouse and is on the outskirts of a territory known as the green zone. The green zone contains the mountain layer, an art school, monuments and some other important places. Because there are so many important places in the zone, it has been designated as a “safe zone” in this time of conflict. The ironic thing about the greenzone is that it is designated as a “safe zone” but that makes it the most dangerous.
How are you reading my thoughts, as a female Muslim woman living in a culture where my demographic is expected to keep quiet? I’ve become apart of a group called MuWoBlo (Muslim Women Bloggers). We aren’t a documented group, but we are very serious about documenting our daily life in Morganhdad. We use this blog as a way to publish our every day experiences to the outside world…not in Morganhdad.
What you will read is a daily journal/blog of my everyday activities. I hope you can understand that my family and I are normal, even if our beliefs are disregarded and looked down upon. I live in constant fear, but try to remain aware that I have to keep living my life as if there was no war at all.
I live in Morganhdad. It’s a square that has the courthouse and is on the outskirts of a territory known as the green zone. The green zone contains the mountain layer, an art school, monuments and some other important places. Because there are so many important places in the zone, it has been designated as a “safe zone” in this time of conflict. The ironic thing about the greenzone is that it is designated as a “safe zone” but that makes it the most dangerous.
How are you reading my thoughts, as a female Muslim woman living in a culture where my demographic is expected to keep quiet? I’ve become apart of a group called MuWoBlo (Muslim Women Bloggers). We aren’t a documented group, but we are very serious about documenting our daily life in Morganhdad. We use this blog as a way to publish our every day experiences to the outside world…not in Morganhdad.
What you will read is a daily journal/blog of my everyday activities. I hope you can understand that my family and I are normal, even if our beliefs are disregarded and looked down upon. I live in constant fear, but try to remain aware that I have to keep living my life as if there was no war at all.
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