When I was younger, I was surrounded by people who knew only basic teachings of Islam and who were a bit ignorant about other faiths and traditions. I yearned to learn and develop myself as a more responsible individual. I used to pray and read Quran with translation. Over time, I learned that I needed to grow further like participate in protecting the community or leave lessons in form of writings. Whatever my needs were, I felt they weren’t being fully met by my family members. Then, one day, God heard my prayers; thus, He gave me a Chinese Buddhist sister, L.C. She was very much into discussing religious and global affairs. She loved me; fed me; guided me; and, talked to me a lot. When L.C. used to boast about something, I used to feel tickled; I used to let her say whatever she needed to say because I literally revered her. I also used to talk to her on the phone for really late; once, she fell asleep while talking to me. She instantly understood different layers of my personality and my hidden self; and, she knew how to make me react and talk. She provided a real sense of bonding, which played a vital role in my development. This is why I found L.C. very fascinating. My entire world used to revolve around her!
Around 10 years ago, she deserted me to escape domestic abuse. This totally broke me. I became withdrawn; I used to cry a lot when I was alone; and, I used to search for her every now and then even though I did not knew my way around that well at that time. I know by now that survivors need to run away from everything that reminds them of their home; and, I was one of those memories simply because I attended the same university as she did. She used to say that she trusts me a lot; and, she knows that I will make the right decisions when I grow older.
So how do I celebrate this amazing lady? Well! Here’s how I do this all:
- Learn about Women Abuse issues so that I may be able to create change. Currently, I am running the Facebook group, Forgotten Femmes.
- Change myself and be more actively involved in my community. I think I attended The Parliament of World Religions partly due of her.
- I listen to songs that remind me of this sister of mine. “My Sacrifice” by Creed is a great song that I play while thinking about my lost sister. We used to fully trust each other, which is what exactly is being conveyed in this song.
- She used to read minds so I learned a bit from her. I celebrate this by engaging in readings in real life or through dreams.
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