Encounters: While meeting and getting my book signed by Elif Shafak who is both inspiring and a change maker. She talked about how today is a day when women need one another the most. That one must not be selfish to only ask for their rights and when obtained to ignore the rights of everyone else and to accept them being taken away, that we should fight for our rights all together for our freedom of rights. She also talked about uncertainty, that when we are certain we think we know it all and know no other, and it is always the cause of trouble as we stop accepting the other; which could be different which could be better. She talked about being confused, is being humble is being modest, that when one is always open to new answers for old questions you are not necessarily opposing but just giving yourself the chance for gradual growth. Elif might be contradictory to many people today, she might be controversy, but in my opinion Elif is only in search for unity, for freedom of rights, for opportunity, for being less judgmental and more diverse. I am saying all this because i agree with her attitude towards life, for she is a Turkish woman, who is taking her opportunity as an internationally recognized author to speak and to represent not only herself, but everyone else. She speaks in the name of peace, for everyone and not only for what meets her right, and in today’s world i must say and agree, that people like her, are much needed. And we do not need to like her or like every single thing she has to say, or agree with them, and we do not necessarily have to accept her attitude to life or her beliefs, like we do not have to agree or like anyone else’s, but to live together in peace, we need to at least accept them as human beings and accept their rights to be the human they were born to be, as long as they don’t over cross or step over anyone else. It is my right to have rights but it is also your right to have yours. I truly wish and stand along with Elif for a world to better understand, that in order for me to be happy, your happiness is important too. I think it is about time to realize one’s unhappiness which might cause so much suffering, is causing as well so much violence for their rights to be heard.
I started loosing my mind, but it is that sense of loosing that you know and you have experienced before, it is that moment when your brains are vomiting out ideas like a volcano explosion, I am certainly uncertain about how good or bad that is to say… Ideas, can they ever be bad? Pressuring, time consumption, possibility, vulnerability behind intentions, have I really come up with this idea for the sake of the before and after ideas, or is it a really good idea. You leave it, sleeping in your notes on your phone, or you stick it on a post it in front of your every day wall, or you scratch it down in one of your note books, I tried several times to organize that habit of mine that includes notes scattered everywhere, I have even started this blog just because of that, I think I have it written somewhere in my introduction or past introduction identifying the reason behind starting a blog: “to have one place for all my stars in my sky”. Sky, but there is a sky everywhere, isn’t there. I mean you go to Africa and there you have a sky, the same sky that you see in South East Asia, and then you have stars, but they are not always the very same stars, and this is my life with my notes, only a little overwhelming when I come to think about adding one more. But I add it, just in case you never know, one day, some day I might need it or find it or get back on it, does this happen to you at all? And this again goes back to my reason behind choosing to get into Anthropology, I just want to study people, my ideas are around understanding people, understanding situations, knowing the “unclear” a better word chosen to “unknown”, I just want to study things that happen that we can not utter in words, and so there is a complication in verbalizing, and so I suddenly am attracted to them like gravity calling me to make meaning of things.
Just a note on this post: I have been readings and thinking non stop about anthropological approach to anthropological topics for the past 24 hours “Dissertation Topic Matters”, maybe it will make better sense to my explicit post.
Added to the daily prompt on: Vanish
One of the few things I know about writing is this:
Spend it all, shoot it, play it, loose it, all, right away, every time. do not hold what seems to be good for later, place it in the book, or for another book, give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better pace later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for latter; something better.
These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly, becomes lost in you. You open your safe and find ashes.
Dear Loved Ones,
This world is soon to be gone,
Let us admire what is left of it, what surrounds us, what comes to us, and even what leaves us, let us turn our heads around and tilt our backs to the front, let us sit upside down and do hand stands, let us see the world from the other side, let us change the blacks into the whites and the roses into vases, let us not waste one more day, let us not wait one more minute, let us cherish every moment we walk through and in to, from the very moment of now till the very moment of the next, let no one stop you, let no one pull you, let you be in the surface of your own earth, standing with both feet touching your grounds, don’t wait for no one to tell you what to do or where to go, but listen instead to the bottom of your heart, let the heart beats direct you, let them guide you, close your eyes and use every other existing sense in you to feel and admire every living thing around you. Admire yourself, your body, your movements, admire your taste, your vision, the sound, admire your breath, the feel of the air against your body, admire the kisses that rain upon you, the arms that go around you, admire the people who sit beside you, the people who call and message you, admire the sun when it shines, the clouds that shades you, admire the sky that is so high, and the grounds that carry you, admire the shadows of people living by you, admire the scent of your meals and the scent of your nourishment, admire your presence, your presents presence, your belongings, your capability, capacity, your possibilities and your whole self.
Whatever it is; CRISIS,
We create our own CRISIS,
All of it, like broken glass, just smash it down with your own stamp and turn them into the smallest pieces surfacing the bottom line of your skull,
They scream out loud “IT IS CRISIS”
Who are they, and who determines what is CRISIS,
Why scream so loud, when all you can do is sweep the pieces off the floor, trash them or super glue them back together,
They can be simple new choices,
Those crisis of yours can be better yet turned into choices,
Just look at what can be done and not what has been done,
Leave it, let it, mend it, just don’t turn everything into a whole black hole, where only your nose fits but then it is stuck, maybe forever, with a black hole on the tip-top of your nose, you will always have to live with it, you will always be the only one, SEEING IT.
Daily Prompt: Crisis
In the Middle East (or as far as I know) in Palestine, Jordan, Lebanon and Syria; also known as Meghli or Karawia, is a dessert dish served warm or cold after giving birth. The house would be smelling like Moghli all month-long after the baby is born, people who come to congratulate the birth of the baby, come to meet the new-born, are served with Moghli.
This dessert is high in flavor, it is rice pudding made spiced with Caraway (for Karawia) cinnamon and garnished with your preference from pistachio, walnuts, raisins, pine nuts, coconut, or/and almonds.
It is interesting to have a specific dish associated to an occasion, as you relate a taste to it automatically, people in the Arab region (or at least in the countries I have mentioned above) expect to be served with a Moghli dish as they visit to see the baby. This is why it is always cooked in big quantity, and is sometimes even served at the hospital right after delivery.
So how do you serve your Moghli? Or how do you like it garnished? I personally love it served cold, with walnuts, coconut and with a little bit of pistachio on top.
Daily Prompt: Feast