The Atlanta snowpocalypse. This past Tuesday, my spouse off to work, my eldest at nursery school, and the baby in bed fast asleep, I got a call from the heating company. You see, our heater broke earlier last week and though it was going in and out, it decided with the polar vortex and all, 25 years was a good run and it was signing out. Which, with two kids, and seriously cold weather, was a difficult situation even with two space heaters doing their best to warm us up. Thankfully that Tuesday we got a call from the heating company of a last minute cancellation and would we like them to come by right then and replace the heater? Why, yes. Yes we would. As they replaced, I saw a snow flake, which prompted me to behave much like this image and call K to rush and get the kiddo a big bowl of pho and hurry home:
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The writing. My lovely agent Taylor Martindale has many lovely and marvelous clients, and today, one of them, Emery Lord [who has a book coming out soon!] shared an interesting piece on writing Young Adult and reconciling it with issues related to feminism. From there, I found another post which really resonated with me, about why she's proud to be a reject:
In publishing, it's no secret that you have to learn to take the proverbial punches--from the harsh critiques to the nights where you work for hours only to feel like you made no progress, from rejections to self-doubt. But don't wait for a High Moment to feel like a boss. Yes, you'll feel incredible on the landmark days when you finish a draft or get a full request or an offer. Those are the days where you start to reap what you've been sowing all along. [But] it's the Low Moments that weed out the people who don't want it enoughThe music. Kiddie music, that is. My fabulous photographer friend Reem recently introduced me to the music of Dawud Wharnsby. His music is religious and geared towards young children and my kid has listened to the CD cover-to-cover at least twenty-five times since in the course of one week. I'm not the biggest fan of kiddie music, but this is seriously good stuff I like listening to also. As a kid I made up my own Eid songs, and its so nice to see how many options our kids have to see themselves in art and literature. And that's why its so important to support artists like Dawud not just with our praise, but with our financial support to help them keep on keeping on. And buying his music is thankfully a win-win situation.
The No. You're kidding. No, really. What? I have a love-hate relationship with breastfeeding. I think its one of the most difficult things I have ever done, but I do believe it was the right thing to do for my family while I understand that is not the case for everyone. Well, apparently now, in the UAE a law has been enacted that now mandates by law that women breastfeed for two years. Yes. Mandatory breastfeeding. Two years. And if you can't produce breastmilk? Prove it. Then, get a west nurse. I stared at this article for a good two minutes. Speechless, but heartbroken for the women affected by this law.
The reading. I am counting down the days until my friend Ayesha Mattu heads to town for her book tour for Salaam, Love. As the follow-up anthology to Love, Insh'Allah, Salaam, Love is a collection of pieces examining love through the lens of Muslim American men. I can't wait to read the book and I can't wait to have chai with one of the sweetest people I know. If you want to know more about the book check out the book trailer here and judge for yourself. I for one, can't wait.
The discrimination no innocent person should have to endure. If you're Muslim in America and have returned back home to America, your beloved homeland, after traveling abroad, you or someone you love has likely experienced a situation outlined in this article. And if you haven't, watch the film adaptation of The Reluctant Fundamentalist which shows a harrowing and humiliating interrogation for a man who did nothing wrong but is debased without apology or explanation. It may feel over the top, but it's not. It happens and is happening. And people I know, family members and friends, US Citizens, born and raised in the nifty fifty have gone through it. When my friend Simeen, shared this article and her own story, I felt stunned until I remembered that when it comes to this particular form of discrimination it doesn't look beyond much past your religious identity. If you know Simeen, you know she's a sweet, friendly, book-loving, foodie-extraordinaire. And this, her story, it's not okay. It is never okay: