Today I had to go to the doctor to get some shots. In true doctor fashion, they left me in a room and I assumed it would be just for a moment but it was turned out to be forty-five. Looking around for something to entertain myself, I found a Christian Parenting magazine, in fact the only magazine. Fitting with the surroundings, it was dated back to November and I just perused in out of sheer boredom.
I found an article in it written by a family who after having two kids of her own felt led to adopt a child from India. After serving in Uganda and getting to know just a few of the 400 kids there I decided that if I was going to have kids, I would only adopt. This story, although slightly cheesy really confirmed that for me.
They were assigned/chose a young girl who was six years old. The girl was eight by the time all the legal work was taken care of and they could bring her home. The mother wrote about how she dreamed of bringing her home and holding her and hugging her but it was nothing like that. The child was angry and often acted out, including breaking things and threatening to get another family.
What hit me was the final paragraph. In one fit, the mother held the child in her arms in an effort to protect her and calm her down. The daughter stared her in her eyes and said, " Why did you wait so long? Why didn’t you come back for me sooner? I was hungry and sick and alone and tired. Why did you wait?" The child thought that her adoptive parents were her birth parents who abandoned her when she was two months old. It broke my heart.
The idea that there are kids all over the world, including the U.S. with the same, if not worse stories makes me so adamant that if I can afford it, I will adopt children. I mean if just one orphanage in a tiny town has 400 children, how many children are there out there just waiting for their parents to stop “waiting so long”
I have never really taken into account the liberties and freedoms that we have here as Americans. I have always almost complained about living here and have always wanted to get out, until recently. It began to change when I saw the democratic process really work with the LRA Disarmament and Northern Recovery Act, to see that a superpower could actually chose to help a smaller country if its citizens made their voices heard, I began to fall in love with our country.
My boyfriend is very patriotic, but not in a red-neck way. I admire his pride in our country, he sees it not for its flaws but for just what it could be. This evening we somehow got on the subject of how I don’t feel a connection to homeland but to people. I wouldn’t feel (personally, this is no bearing on others) any more honor dying for my country then for a single individual. I never saw how lucky we are for certain liberties in our country until, really, tonight.
On facebook tonight an old friend from HS posted a ranting article about the fact that a new mosque is going to be built on ground zero. I read it and found it first offensive, and two suspect. The article was horribly biased and lacking fact, bashing the Imam founding the project and most horrifyingly treating Muslims as if they were not citizens of the US.
I went on BBC and found the real story. The real story is that a group of American Muslims are remolding an old factory two blocks from Ground Zero into a Muslim community center. The idea is to present what Islam really is to a place that has only see the radical side. The Imam’s says, ” What better place to show that we, as Muslims, condemn the acts of 9/11 than making this stand and making this statement here. When we say it here, we will be heard”
There is no attempt to offend those injured and devastated by 9/11. In fact, the visionaries behind this went above and beyond and got approval from all of their surrounding and extensive neighbors before beginning building. The violent blogs, protests and petitions circling since yesterday ignore one very key fact - these people are not Muslims in America, these people are American Muslims. They are our countrymen. They are just as effected by the attacks, if not more, as every American and New Yorker. They are over 600,000 Muslims in Manhattan alone. Their family members, their loved ones were injured and effected just as much as any race, religion or age group, and yet they are expected to remain quite about their lose, unless they are apologizing.
What I am trying to say in all this is America is about freedoms. People even have freedoms to write nasty blogs that bash peoples religious beliefs. But for the first time, I am glad to say I am in a country that can rise from the ashes and use those ashes to foster peace and understanding. The attacks were born out of hate and ignorance, and if this Muslim community center is built it will address both. If people can take the time to truly educate themselves, allow American process to work, then maybe something like that will never happen again. At least not from a New Yorker anyway.
“Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been to. Sleep alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no whenever you don’t want to do something. Say yes to your instincts even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.”—Eve Ensler (via quotesixty) (via andreantoinette)
“From the crossroads of my doorstep My eyes they start to fade As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid An’ I gaze back to the street The sidewalk and the sign And I’m one too many mornings An’ a thousand miles behind”