Showing posts with label islam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label islam. Show all posts

Saturday, May 9, 2015

ms. marvel. wilson alphona. (274)


ms. mavel has been on my radar for a while.  i considered buying it, because i wasn't too sure if the library had it, but they did!  i have to admit that i know nothing about the marvel universe.  i haven't see any of the recent marvel movies (i am a movie snob and only watch things with actors or directors, i love or if like it did really well at sundance.)  so i am confused as to how another superhero shows up when i google ms. marvel.  can someone please explain this to me?


to start, i love love love the premise of ms. marvel.  the real identity of ms. marvel is kamala, a muslim teenager.  she has strict parents and doesn't always agree with some of the more sexist aspects of islam (also the bacon restriction) but her desire to do good, is fueled from the koran, which is nice to see.  and being a girl of color, i of course love seeing a girl of color as a superhero!


however, my love for her kind of stops there.  i didn't enjoy the stories in the comic as much as i thought i would.  i guess i had an issue with who is going to clean up all of the messes that she made?  like at school, who is going to pay for all of that?  and how is the bodega owner going to be cool with his store being damaged.


and i know that this is all kind of getting to know my super powers and stuff, but i didn't get what her power was.  morphing right?  i also kind of felt she shouldn't have rushed into the saving like she did, but glad that she did.  and i mean she is getting better, so hopefully the storylines will get better too.

all in all, i am happy that she is in the marvel universe, but hope she has more interesting stories.

also i think she would make a cute halloween costume!  i should make that happen! but it would be this first attempt at a costume with a fanny pack that i go for!

Sunday, November 9, 2014

i am malala: the girl who stood up for education and was shot by the taliban. malala yousafzai. christina lamb. (239)



i am a horrible person and never really keep up with anything outside the realm of my little world.  i am  horrible about knowing what is going on in the world, current events and politics are sadly not concerns of mine.  i get most of my news scrolling through facebook, but never take the time to read an actual article, must headlines, nor do i take the time to research anything.

and to be perfectly honest, i knew of malala only because madonna had her name written on her back at the concert i went to at the staples center.  madonna, of course, also spoke about what happened to malala. but again to be horrible and honest, i don't remember much, i mean i was in the golden triangle for a madonna, my mind was freaking out over that fact.

i had seen post about i am malala, but when malala was awarded the nobel peace prize and became the youngest recipient of the award, i decided to put in my request for it at the library.

before i go on, i must share one critique, since this work was written with christina lamb, i couldn't help but be skeptical about what i was reading.  i know it doesn't really matter because at the end of the day, it's the message that is important versus how authentically this was malala.  but i couldn't help but wonder how much of what i read was framed by lamb.

in addition to this, i know that malala's cause is important, but the book did become redundant with malala really driving to home her point about education.  it was like okay, i get it.  at some points.  the book also seemed to be very aware of its audience and played it safe for the most point, it painted malala as this very pious and studious girl.  i mean i complained about anne frank being too #teenageproblems but it would have been nice to see malala the girl versus malala the advocate.  i hope when she is an older she will write another book on her own and be completely honest.

other than that this is amazing book because malala's story is truly amazing.

i am confused by the middle east, i don't whose side to be on or who to trust.  i don't know who should be allowed to rule over what area and who has actual claims to what lands.  this work demonstrated just how chaotic it really is.  everyone is confused.  malala lived in the swat valley of the pakistan.  the book discussed the history of swat valley. it went through and explained the confusing past of the militant leaders that plagued the area.  some of things mentioned reminded me of salman rushdie's midnight's children.  i can not give you a clear time line or explanation of leaders.  however, the real trouble of the area started with a radio personality, maulana fazlullah, leader of the taliban.  he began to call minor adherence to islamic law ie. destroying CDs and DVDs but soon it snowballed into bigger things like the restriction of women rights and girls' rights to education. it is scary to think how easy it is for someone like fazlullah to come into power and how willing people are to follow his lead though it destroys lives.

i was appalled and frighten by all that had occurred in swat, even more so because i had no idea how bad it truly was.  when i read about horrible things in history, ie the holocaust, i was always think to myself, how did the world allow this to happen?  why didn't anyone stop it?  pre-internet, the excuse that no one knew what was going on was acceptable.  but what about now?  i mean malala had a blog on the bbc website that explained how her daily life was in swat and yet i had no idea about it. furthermore, how did pakinstan not intervene with all of this?  or the us?  i mean we were all for stopping al-qaeda yet didn't help out against the taliban.  i have to add that i admired how malala did critique the us government.  our relationship with the middle east is always messy and at times we truly are the enemy, and this was demonstrated here.  the taliban is truly frightening.  i can not imagine living with all of that violence and having to see dead bodies everywhere.  its sad to think how destructive humans can be, have we not learned from the past?  but then again, i am part of the problem not knowing what is going on in the world.

majority of this work was the history of the swat valley and malala's background.   i had always assumed she was just a random girl that was shot but it turns out that there was more to it.  kinda like learning that rosa parks and the bus incident was staged.  her father was an owner of a school and spoke out against the taliban and another political leaders.  as malala grew older, she began to speak out as well ie the bbc blog (though it was anonymous).  there was discussion about how her father putting her up to everything, which she addressed.  malala did it for herself and i believer her.  but obviously if she did not have her father as her father, i doubt any of this would have happen.

the last handful of chapters are devoted to the actual shooting.  again, i had no idea what was going so was very confused when she mentioned that she was shot in the eye in the foreword.  i even looked at pictures to see if she had a glass eye (i told you i'm horrible).  she was on a bus and man came up on the bus and asked who is malala?  no one answered but the other girls looked to her and she was shot at three times.  she was taken to the hospital and started to be treated.  two visiting doctors from england were in pakistan and asked to check on her.  one of the doctors remarked that the hospital was unfit to care for her and sadly none of her suggestions were taken into account.  they then decided to take malala abroad to have her treated.  and here is what shocked me, how political issues were the main priority in her recovery versus where would malala be treated the best.  there was an offer from john hopkins in the states, but due to the recent killing of osama bin laden (which the us did without notifying the pakistani government) the pakistani government did not want to send malala here.  i am not saying that america is the best place to be treated (though it probably is, see recent ebola outbreak) but politics should not have been a factor in helping malala recover.  i was appalled by what i had read.  malala ended up going to england, where she was taken excellent care of. sadly, she went on her own with a doctor as her legal guardian.  there was an issue with her parents passports, having to do with the pakistani government  being worried that her family would seek asylum in the uk or something.  again, really? that poor child woke up in a foreign country, after being shot in the head and her parents have been stopped by their own government from being with her.

as we know, malala did recover.  i was shocked to read about how they removed part of her skull and put in her stomach! her brain was swelling and part had to be removed to allow it do so.  her skull become infected so they couldn't use it so they gave her a platinum skull piece.  she also had an issue with one of her nerves and couldn't smile.  this was big thing for her parents apparently, but i felt like it was played up a bit.  i mean if my kid got shot in the head, i would be happy s/he were alive and alert and not the least bit concerned with a smile.  but to each their own.

malala also mentioned the hollywood celebs that tweeted about her etc.  and madge was actually trumped by angelina jolie in her book, i mean jolie did make a donation to her organization.

but this was an excellent read and i highly recommend it.  especially to every girl and woman!  as i said before, malala's story is truly amazing, and this book is a must read.  i mean the girl is the youngest nobel prize winner and the un has given her her own day.  and everyone, especially girls should have the right to learn!

  

Sunday, December 8, 2013

adé: a love story. rebecca walker. (152)


i discovered "adé: a love story" via madonna's instagram:

and in the grand tradition of reading books endorsed on the instagrams of celebrities, i decided to check it out.  i mean it is madge, her recommendations have to be stellar.  or maybe not . . .

i love madonna but i didn't love this book. "adé: a love story" was beautifully written but being my usual the-grinch-that-stole-love self, i didn't believe in farida and adé's love.  their love felt too rushed.  walker tried to set up the idea of their love being desting by farida discussing the cosmic pull to adé before the reader meets him and adé saying it but i was buying it.

first, farida was too young.  she was 19 years old and just out of college.  she didn't have enough life experience to know what true love was.  and i know romeo and juliet were young but juliet wasn't a rich ivy leaguer and romeo from a third world country.  i hate to be classist but it just did not make sense.  as i read i couldn't not phantom how farida was fine with such drastic of a life change even if "love" was the reason.  she went from being in the lap of luxury in america to having to use a hole as a bathroom in africa.  and i am not saying that all americans are princess that can not survive third world conditions but farida came from money, she could afford to travel to africa (her father gave her a credit card, he also got her a seat on a plane out of a no-fly zone), she was privileged yet she quickly adjusted to adé's life.  it is one thing to manage because you are on vacation it is quite another to have it be your new life.  regardless of how open minded one is, there needs to be come inital culture shock and i know farida had difficulty adjusting but it still seemed a little too seamless of a transition.  

farida's conversion to islam and adopting of her new name, farida, was also done too quickly.  one thing was that farida was a feminist and i am not saying that there is no room for feminism in islam but  farida quickly became submissive in her relationship with adé.  i mean he renamed her.  i found nothing romantic about her renaming.  i saw it as a display of his power and dominance. i was disappointed that she gave in so quickly. feminism to me means not following gender roles and gender stereotypes and being an equal within relationships.  adé was the dominant partner, he defined how their relationship would work and she went along with it.  and though farida was not good at it, she quickly gave into the gender roles of adé's culture.  i understand that there was a reversal of gender roles in which adé ran the household but there was no reversal on with farida because she did not contributing outside of the home either.  she went from being an individual attempting to broaden her horizons by seeing the world to submissive housewife.

furthermore, i found it unbelievable how prudish (for lack of a better word) she was in the initial stages of relationship with adé.  i mean the beginning of the book is dripping with sex (so much that i almost considered not reading it.) the story opened with her discussing miriam, her quasi-lesbian lover.  then, there was the threesome.  fast forward to meeting adé and she is okay with their g-rated dates around his village?  really? she went from initiating sex with people still in the room at a party to secret handholding. i didn't buy it.

i understand that love makes you do crazy things and also changes people but it should not force you to be a completely different person.  i didn't believe in adé and farida's love because i felt like farida gave up too much of herself for their love.  and maybe it's just me, maybe i am too stubborn but i could have never done all she did for adé yet alone love.  and i get that farida was in a time of a self discovery but she wasn't really redefining herself but allowing adé too.

i believe her farida was a lost person looking for a home and she did all she could to try to find it in africa.  she justify her completely abandonment of her identity and culture by calling it love.  she realized the error of her ways and explained "i had done what i swore i would not do:  i had romanticized africa.  i had accepted adé's life before i realized what it might mean for my own."  so there was no love.  

in the end, farida's love is of a gratitude for adé's devotion yet it was not capital t true love.  in that sense, the subtitle of a love story is not a misnomer because there are so many definitions of love.  furthermore, i guess this is not a story of true love but rather more a of true story of love.  it's story of delusional love in which we see what want versus what is there.