What it is like to grow up in Hezbollah culture
POST! This one’s a journey. Sit back. More from the ‘what it’s like to …’ series here, here, and here. ~*~ This is a story and critique of what it was like to be raised in Hezbollah culture. Let me start it at another place: I know a couple who …
The Start of an End V
I hated being Saudi… Being raised there is what I would describe as an affliction. The people of Saudi that were in my immediate surroundings accelerated my devastation, anger and sadness. This is a country where a woman is taught that her entire physical being is erroneous and unacceptable. After all …
The Start of an End IV
The start of an End III This is the story of a woman named Faith Faith was a timid young woman and quite the eccentric one she was of serious character but never did mind a little fun she had anxiety about dogs which she aspired to overcome some negative …
The Start of an End III
The Start of an End II Over the next 2 months I would enroll in a local driving school to learn how to drive. After all, driving was not a felony in Canada and I had intentionally arrived two months early to achieve a goal that was denied to me …
My ‘Hijrah’ towards Humanism
It all started with a question I asked my mother one December evening. “Ma, why don’t we celebrate Christmas and decorate our house with mistletoes and Christmas trees?” I was five then, and that was when my childhood religious indoctrination started. Never did I predict that I was about to …
The Start of an End II
The Start of an End I In Heathrow I ponderously found my way to a Starbucks where I grabbed a muffin, coffee and a large water then overdosed on flu meds confident that they would help me get through the next 8 hours. Luckily I found a nice quiet spot in …
The Start Of an End I
The Start of an End posts will answer some of the questions I have been receiving from readers. Mainly; “How did you leave Saudi?” It will also eventually tie into one of the most critical events that lead to my abandoning of medicine. An event I will be grilled …
Violated 7
My honor had been assassinated… Graduating medical school and becoming an M.D meant nothing to me anymore, it carried no weight. It also meant nothing to my family. My life had become a monotonous saga that was more annoying than anything. Throughout those months of isolated confusion, long days of subjugation …
Violated 6
Violated 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 It was late evening by the time we arrived home. The religious elder blasted me with some verbal warnings as I stepped out of the car. He then told my father to closely monitor my activity from now on as our house was …
Violated 5
(Violated1, Two , Three and Four) I don’t know exactly how long I was imprisoned for. The days passed by so sluggishly that I could say it was months but I cannot certify the exact amount of time that was stolen from me. Everything is a haze now and at …