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Dearest...

Today I was reading Khaled Hosseini's book, A Thousand Splendid Suns, I reached the point where Laila takes her daughter to the orphanage, not because she doesn't love her, but because she can no longer afford to feed her (and because of heartless what so called husband). I reached that page and immediately put the book down, got changed and went to a place in Erbil that houses many neglected children (I won't say an orphanage, because most of the kids there do have a living mother or father).

Half an hour after my visit I found myself sitting down surrounded by beautiful girls, some on the floor others on the sofa. Before I knew it, it became dark-- past their dinner time and almost my bed time-- while I wish I can share with you what took place this evening, I prefer to keep the stories to myself. Although, they were deep enough for me to walk at night alongside SK and speak non-stop.

Tonight,  I can't seem to sleep because.... I don't know because of what, but I know I take many things in my life for granted, I need to thank Allah more often and I must, under all circumstances, believe that if I can't change anything at least I know there is one thing I can give. And that is love...


Lots of Love
Saza - qurbant bm Daya gyan for everything that you have done for me. 

Need a walk under the rain

Dearest Reader wherever you are, whoever you are

One of those calm evenings where I am not watching the news and not spending time with guests downstairs. Lights off, my lamp on, notebook and pen nearby and yet to do the 'isha prayers. Lots of thoughts and ideas in my head, but tonight I decide to shut it all off and read before I fall asleep.


Lots of Love and shawbash!
Saza - As you can tell summer is not my season, I miss my rainy Nottingham days!

Men with Stars

Helloooo Ellloooo...

My dearest, sweetest reader...

Before I have a quick shower and make my way to bed (did I mention it's 8:28 pm? No I didn't. And I probably shouldn't but yup like a chicken I sleep before the clock strikes 9) I have decided to recap my day for you.

I was a little anxious last night as I was preparing an Edward De Bono training for the security staff of our International Airport. These are police and individuals with a military background: Twice my size, some almost three times my age. Even though I enjoy training A LOT, before any training there are always cells in my brain sending signals of nervousness to the rest of my body (I'm not sure if that made any sense to you, but I hope you get my point: I always thought no matter how confident you are about the content of your training, a lot is determined by your trainees). Any howwwww

We turn up in the morning (with the amazing S.B., L.G., and S.R.) and one by one the participants of our training for the rest of the week come in through the door; Men in green uniform, men in blue uniform, men with green uniform and stars on their shoulders and then men in blue uniforms, also with stars on their shoulders. Finally two women walk in. One of them also had a few stars on her shoulders. She looked amazing and very confident.

Sooooooooooo, I won't blab any further.

-- fast forward -- 

S.R. asks them to introduce themselves, one man says he was a Peshmerga for 32 years. At that point I gulp, having second thoughts about the program in my section of the training. 

I did my part of the training and observed all the other sessions too. I came to the conclusion that everyone has a child within them. Everyone, no matter how serious their job requires them to be or at whatever ranking they're in they are ready to learn. I realized those who are often tough and rough with us may have a softer side than you and I. It is all about the atmosphere that we create for ourselves, it is all about the feelings that we are surrounded by, because that determines how we act with people. 

A rewarding experience indeed.

More to come tomorrow

Love Saza - Shaw Shad!* 

*Good night.