As a child, it was a constant struggle to separate my father from my desire to practice my religion.
He made it next to impossible to enjoy prayer, reading Quran, Ramadan, wearing hijab, going to the masjid, and so many other things that should be encouraged and nourished in an adolescent. [...]
It is unbelievably hard to push forward against negative associations and be able to enjoy your faith when it has been so tarnished by the past
When one lives in the solitude of their own mind it can lead them to believe there is no hope, no future, and ultimately no point. When they’ve been told time and again that no one would help or that their life and struggles meant nothing, it becomes easy to fake that smile, the carefree attitude, and quietly slip back into the abyss of sadness once they’re alone again.
An innocent child, she tried to understand the pain that surrounded her.
Resilient, as most children are, she played and laughed, but cried herself to sleep.
From the age she started praying she kept a secret. One that only God knew about. During every prayer, in her quiet conversation with her Lord, she begged Him of a favor: To remove the man called her father from her life or to remove her from his.
Khalil Wimes, a 6-year-old boy died due to parental abuse in Philly last March. His drug-addict parents starved him for three years. They would beat him with whatever they would find. They had him in a room that had nothing but a filthy, urine-wet mattress. After his death, doctors found his 29 pound body covered with a "sea of scars" and wounds. Full story here.
What is our communal response to Khalil's death?
Dar al Islam
P.O. Box 180
Abiquiu, NM 87510