Category: Self-Respect
Don’t rock the boat
When I was young, I used to love listening to Bob Marley singing: “Please dont you rock my boat, cause I dont want my boat to be rockin anyhow; Please dont you rock my boat, no, cause I dont want my boat to be rockin […]
Write about it
Flashback: when I was 26 I started going to a ladies middle eastern keep-fit class. The lady was mysterious and in-tune with her essence. After our class was over and we were all sitting, relaxed, she started talking to us about connecting with our selves, […]
Respect for men… and women.
I started of my Surrendered journey realising that women can be really disrespectful to men – in the way they talk to them and in the way they talk about them. So I started watching my language when I spoke to him and also when […]
Turning the table on bullies
We were lucky enough to watch some interesting animal behaviour on a recent trip to Chestnut Park an otter sanctuary in the Peak District. The story was that a female otter was being re-introduced to a cage she’d shared with her sister and father. Unfortunately […]
My body, my teacher
I was talking to a poorly friend the other day and was reminded of the poem I wrote a few years ago where the different parts of my body were talking to my Self and giving it a good telling off for the abuse that […]
Setting boundaries and ruffling feathers
When you decide to make some lemonade with the lemons you have been given, you will undoubtedly ruffle up some feathers. You may start putting yourself first, taking steps to getting your needs met… and those around you may not like it. Or you may […]
He beats me up, but he does love me.
Dear Abused & Oppressed Sister, You do know that your husband doesn’t love you, don’t you? He wouldn’t punch you in the face, if he loved you. And now that he has beaten you up and is feeling sorry for you with your black eye […]
Staying Safe
Dear Readers, Greetings of peace and happiness! I am really happy to share that we have completed all the familiarization we needed to do for my son’s third son’s 11+. MashaAllah and Alhamdolillah! Which means that I am learning how to breathe again. Yes, I […]