I watched a program yesterday that had me in tears. I cannot believe the inhumanity of the people who practice the Islamic faith to their women. I listened to some real horror stories and saw some incredible scars that young girls suffered and had no place to turn to for justice. Young girls that had been raped by brothers and uncles, who then were arrested when they went to authorities because they were outside, unaccompanied by a male relative....even if that relative was the offending party! It was mind-boggling.
There were instances of *honor* killings. Those were killings of young girls and women who had refused an arranged marriage...a couple of these were 13 year old girls. Others were women who objected to a close family relative marriage for fear of genetic problems or else the men were old or unattractive to the woman. This was not considered a reason to refuse and the relative that took the lives of these women/children was not prosecuted for murder, as they should have been. It was considered honorable for them to keep the family honor over an incorrigible female.
After watching this two hour program and the efforts of American troops to get many of these girls/woman into a type of protective custody and then find refuge for them in other countries around the world, I was really exhausted. Although I love a good cry from time to time, I prefer *happy tears* (as in a wedding) over emotional ones like this program evoked. So, I went to take what I thought would be just a nap for an hour or so.
So, when I woke up at 8am this morning, it was a bit of a shock. I looked out the window, saw daylight and, at first, I thought, *Oh, I didn't sleep long...*. Then I realized it was dark out when I laid down. It was a real jolt for me to think I had actually slept all night long without even a potty break that woke me up. That alone was a shock and I actually checked to make sure I didn't wet the bed....ROFL!
So that is why I am writing this blog so very late (or so very early). I did have one piece of news to impart. The Princess, Johnnycakes, Chewlee and Gunner stopped by the house yesterday after Chewlee got home from school. Chewlee brought her scooter with her because they came over to walk around the circle here. It's safe, unlike around their house. They don't have sidewalks and would have to walk on the street. Their street is much too busy to allow that. I thought it was cute to see Johnnycakes holding his son close to his chest. He cradled him so sweetly. I would have killed to see the Beast behave like that with any of his kids, but, alas, his family was too twisted and he never really knew love except from his grandmother and one aunt of his. But that was too distant for the time in a child's life that counted. Thank god that Gunner and Chewlee have only known love from everyone. And Chewlee knows she is loved even by people who haven't met her...lol.
It's almost 9am and the temperature is only 68, although the weatherman says it will go up to around 88 today. Ick! After all the great weather we've had, that's going to feel positively awful. But, hey, make the best of whatever your weather is today. Love you all. ***Hugs***
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