Eastern European Muslim

I wanted to write three different articles on the topics hope and trust, duties and boundaries and instead it became one piece of poetry. During the process of writing I discovered how intricate the subjects were and how one topic leads to the others. It is difficult to have hope and trust if someone constantly feels like a victim. Being a victim we only live in a scenario where everyone and everything around us either hates us, is angry with us or looks down on us or any of the combination of these. Our only concern is to try please them and avoid the negative consequences - that are unclear, something like "they will never talk to us anymore", which in case a scenario like this were indeed actual, doesn't even sound like a terrible thing. I don't know where this is coming from. It might be some kind of a transgenerational heritage as I have only seen people in the family following it but the same way suffering from it but never enjoying it - if not for s

You have a dream  And do your best to achieve it  You work  You pray To the Creator of the universe You focus on what you want You give all it takes  And even more  You work  And pray  Tirelessly  And then life happens the way it does And you lose hope You feel lost Betrayed And you know this feeling  All too well  This world is an unjust place  It's not what it's supposed to be  Everything is hostile around you  And you can't do anything about it  You are a victim Determined to suffer  No one can help you  And no one will  They don't care anyway  Everyone else seems to have it all together  Even if they face problems  But they have access to help you don't  Your fate is written  It's not what you wanted  And you just sit passively  Not being able to do  Anything about it   The scenario is set  You are the victim  And they are the oppressors  Whoever they are  Parents, spouses, secret sweethearts Children, neighbours, shop assistants Bosses, colleagu

The killing of a woman whose clothing was labelled immoral ignited country wide uprising in Iran. As a result of this, government forces lashed against the rebels, there have been mass arrests and incarcerations and they have also took down the Internet. Powerful international figures started to support the "women, life, freedom" movement, women cut pieces of their hair to protest any outside control of women's appearances and expressed their stand against any system that's putting women under pressure because of their own personal choices. Many people had their say about the topic and rightfully so. The only group that seems to be missing the point is the one that I seem to belong to - the practicing, hijab wearing Muslims. It seems like we have fallen into the trap we blame others for falling into - the trap of outside appearances.  Hijabis throughout the Western world have been loud and vocal about general misunderstandings regarding their outfit. "

Children give us the clearest examples of our deep, primary feelings we might have learnt to suppress long ago. My three years old is in the stage of limitless imagination. While it makes him feel wonderful taking him to aeroplanes in the living room, making his cars his friends and even getting a ride on the Ninkynonk, he can easily find himself disappointed when we don't have a key to the neighbours house or there's no more apple juice, even though he said so. And that's the hardest. Not only for them. To accept the not very pleasant reality yet to keep on dreaming and waiting for the best to come. To think within this strange time concept. To understand development and change. To be strong enough to face the current situation yet never to lose the label "temporarily", and at the same time to keep our vision and to do our utmost to make it true. To understand time, something so alien to our eternal soul and not to let ourselves discouraged by the pai

More and more people I come across - and myself as well to a certain degree - experience deep emotional burnout. When you feel that nothing sparks your excitement. When you don't find anything that you really want. When nothing is interesting. More often than not, in the background of this feeling you have a profound sorrow. An unprocessed trauma, a disappointment in a person or in the course of life in general like a loss of a loved one. This disaster impacted your life to the core and has shaken your whole world   You may be questioning the whole outset of your life: what's the point of it then? There's no real answer, at least not an immediate one. As a result, you retreat from life and go into a numb state, sometimes on autopilot, just to survive the day.  You avoid big questions for fear of the void that they remain unanswered. Initially you perceive the whole world empty without the object of your loss but after the first shock you are still unable to make

Still trying to process the information. They say you can live without food for weeks. Without water for days. But without hope? You can not live without hope. The nation has decided. Yes, I'm the "Eastern European Muslim", I wanted to keep my background as general as possible but today being Hungarian means more than just living through dictatorship as a child. The people of today, many of them my age or younger said they are OK with having only the circus but no bread. They said hating people who are different from the majority in any way is fine. They agreed that the teachers who deal with the future generations don't deserve more than street sweepers - who should also be able to support themselves from their salary, obviously over here it's not the case. They decided that having a school system where children are moulded into not thinking, obedient robots is what they want for the future generations. They said that half years of waiting lists in ho