“After -Rain Skies: A Million Stars”

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It is with great joy and gratitude that we have finally unveiled the gallery of stars for the “One Million Stars to End Violence” advocacy of Perak Women for Women’s Society. At the same time it was the formal book launching of my book “After Rain Skies: A Million Stars”.

 

I am sharing with you all the short talk I gave during the event.

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It was a random trip to Ipoh that started this incredible journey. I was taking a stroll down Old Town Ipoh, along Concubine Lane, when a small shop with stars hanging all over caught my eyes.

 

It was the Perak Women for Women Society’s shop. They were advertising their latest advocacy of “One Million Stars to End Violence,” to support women and survivors of domestic violence, and I was so inspired by it that I wrote a series of poems and reflections about it on my blog to encourage my followers and fellow bloggers to join me in helping the foundation hit their one millionth star.

The response was overwhelming. I received comments and emails from survivors of domestic violence from all over the world, sharing their stories, expressing their support, and just reaching out to be one with this beautiful advocacy. There were people who knew someone close to them that had survived domestic violence and wanted to help in any way they could to end the culture of cruelty and suffering.

I realized that with our words, our voice, our passion, it is possible to rally a community into taking notice, and then defending, helping, and understanding to a certain extent our sisters, our daughters and sons, our friends who do not know how to defend themselves, who do not know who to trust, whose voices are being silenced by fear and hurt and hopelessness.

So I got in touch with Ms Yip, to tell her about the people who had been moved by the PWW’s advocacy and efforts. And we decided we could do more. We decided we should do more. Thus came about this book.

Let me read to you the following story/excerpt:

“Erin was a vibrant, happy, and joyful woman. To her many boyfriends, all of whom mistreated her verbally and physically, she was patient. To Sufi, she was a great human being, and an even better friend.

To herself, Erin was unfair.

She grew up believing she only deserved the kind of love that did nothing but hurt her. And Sufi watched her pick partner after partner that mentally burned her out, and repeatedly destroyed her heart.

Still, Erin’s aspirations, inspiration, imagination, wonder, dreams, pursuits, creative brilliance, her magic, remained bright as stars on a cloudless evening, always.

Until they didn’t.

Abuse is not at all clear cut. But Sufi  remembered with perfect clarity when her best friend lost the sparkle in her eyes.

First, the silence. Even though marrying the love of your life should be a nervous, excited, rambunctious affair.

Then, the realization of her colleagues that Erin was living with a man who was comfortable with sending his wife to work with bruises and a black eye.

And the dark understanding of the weight of Erin having a son, and nowhere to go that felt safe enough to risk her husband following them, and breaking them worse than he would if they stayed put.

Sufi suffered watching her, but all everyone that genuinely loved Erin could do was love her, until she began loving herself enough to see that she too was deserving of better treatment.

It took years, and all their support, and the kind of bravery you only learn while trying to fight through a thunderstorm, but Erin gained the self-respect she needed to leave the one that was drowning her light.

Coming home should be the safest thing we ever do in this life. Where we lay our heads at night should be where monsters will not reach us. And yet, so many find themselves making homes with monsters instead.”

Erin is just one of the women whose stories you can find in this book: After-Rain Skies: A Million Stars. This is a compilation of inspiring true stories of domestic abuse survivors, their struggles to break free from the cycle of abuse, and the courage it takes to build a new life for themselves after finally getting out.

These stories were shared some by the survivors themselves, others by their loved ones, in the hope that their testimonies could give the kind of help, and hope that they themselves had needed during their time of need, to anyone who might be going through what they went through.
These stories were shared by survivors who wanted to make people pay attention to the members of their society that need assistance and protection most of all.

It is also a compilation of poetry that I’ve written based on those survivors’ experiences. As a woman, as a mother, as a fellow human being, it is with great pride and honor that I present this book to you all with the hope that it will help create awareness on abuse and violence so these evils will be stopped.

Abuse and violence of any form is unacceptable and should not be tolerated.

The works of PWWS has inspired me so much that I was compelled to take part by lending a voice to those unable to speak up for themselves.

This book, my actions, is just one hopeful light in our dark world of today. I hope it sparks a change in you and all those who read it. Let’s end abuse and violence together.

Stars Fled from Your Eyes

 

Stars Fled from Your Eyes

 

stars fled from your eyes

and the shadow of death
cast upon your face
on this dark gloomy night
filled with goodbyes
and unending sighs
of a once promising life

stars fled from your eyes
and you stop dreaming
of what could have been’s
and what if’s
a future you may never see
for it has become so bleak
and gloomy

stars fled from your eyes
and it may never come back
unless you take the courage
to speak up
seek for help
and maybe, just maybe
start anew

stars fled from your eyes, but you’re not done yet

 

Things that break on earth don’t reach the clouds above us. Burning villages don’t change the schedule of sunsets. And stars remain stars, no matter how much land we destroy.

But when the sky loses all of its lights and unleashes a thunderstorm, everything drowns.

Erin was a vibrant, happy, and joyful woman. To her many boyfriends, all of whom mistreated her verbally and physically, she was patient. To Sufi, she was a great human being, and an even better friend.

To herself, Erin was unfair.

She grew up believing she only deserved the kind of love that did nothing but hurt her. And Sufi watched her pick partner after partner that mentally burned her out, and repeatedly destroyed her heart.

Still, Erin’s aspirations, inspiration, imagination, wonder, dreams, pursuits, creative brilliance, her magic, remained bright as stars on a cloudless evening, always. Until they didn’t.

Abuse is not at all clear cut. But Sufi remembered with perfect clarity when her best friend lost the sparkle in her eyes.

First, the silence. Even though marrying the love of your life should be a nervous, excited, rambunctious affair.

Then, the realization of her colleagues that Erin was living with a man who was comfortable with sending his wife to work with bruises and a black eye.

And the dark understanding of the weight of Erin having a son, and nowhere to go that felt safe enough to risk her husband following them, and breaking them worse than he would if they stayed put.

Sufi suffered watching her, but all everyone that genuinely loved Erin could do was love her, until she began loving herself enough to see that she too was deserving of better treatment.

It took years, and all their support, and the kind of bravery you only learn while trying to fight through a thunderstorm, but Erin gained the self-respect she needed to leave the one that was drowning her light.

Coming home should be the safest thing we ever do in this life. Where we lay our heads at night should be where monsters will not reach us. And yet, so many find themselves making homes with monsters instead.

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P.S.

More poems and stories of abuse and violence are available in my book “After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars”

Books are available for sale at

The PWW Centre
15 Market Street
30000 Ipoh
Tel : 05-2469715

https://www.facebook.com/PerakWomenforWomen/

https://www.facebook.com/1MillionStars/

 

 

After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars

“Coming home should be the safest thing we ever do in this life. Where we lay our heads at night should be where monsters will not reach us. And yet, so many find themselves making homes with monsters instead.”

 

 

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The best things in life happen unexpectedly, and come from where and when you least expect it. Such is the story behind the birth of this book. It was a random trip to Ipoh that started it all. I was taking a stroll down Old Town Ipoh, along Concubine Lane, when a small shop with stars hanging all over caught my attention.

The PWW Shop is owned and managed by Perak Women for Women Society, an organization that is geared towards providing assistance to women in need. They sell new and pre-loved items that help fund the foundation’s various activities.

I was so inspired by their “One Million Stars to End Violence – Malaysia” advocacy that I wrote about it on my blog, and also encouraged my fellow bloggers to join me in helping the foundation hit their one millionth star.

The responses were really overwhelming. Many shared their own stories of abuse and violence and how they struggled to get help. The stories shared were so inspiring that it prompted me to send an email to the foundation, and, as they say, the rest is history.

May we all be inspired by these stories; as these are not only stories of abuse and violence, but stories too of love, hope, joy, forgiveness and healing.

****Initial copies of the book will be available for sale on September 21, 2019 (Saturday)  at BALLROOM, SYEUN HOTEL, IPOH .

****If you are interested to buy please leave a comment below.

 

My Saga Continuous Part 2

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The afternoon train ride, reminds me of the young boys and girls  who are victims of abuse and violence. Once again, my heart bleeds and my words came pouring down.

 

Mama, I Remember

 

I was young and innocent
didn’t know what’s goin’ on
but i heard him call you a whore
for wearing nice dress on a party
I kept my silence
but, mama I remember

I was playful and michievous
and always gets myself in trouble
but i heard him blame you for that
you were useless, he said
I kept my silence
but, mama I remember

I came home from school one day
you were knocked out crying on the floor
and i heard him say that’s what you get
for being arrogant and trying to fight back
I kept my silence
but, mama I remember

I never understood why
why you never run away let alone
fight back and speak up
but i heard him challenged you to leave
I kept my silence
but, mama I remember

I witnessed you being beaten up to death
you tried to run away for the first time
it angered him even more
then i saw him with a gun
I kept my silence
but, mama I remember

It was I, who pulled the trigger
and shoot him to death
bang!….
one loud gunshot, ended everything
mama, i remembered
It was I, not you

Don’t keep your silence mama
because, I remember
My saga on creating awareness to end violence continuous as i explore stories of Abused  Children who killed their Abusive Fathers.

Children are the silent victims of abuse and violence.
In January 2016, kate of Calmkate posted ” Love Kills” (read more of her post in this link https://aroused.blog/2016/06/01/love-that-kills/), in this post she explores domestic violence that lead to killing and made a passionate plea to end it.

Two compelling stories  of abused children who killed their abusive fathers have caught my attention as i was writing this post. The story of Bresha from Ohio and that of the Khachaturyan sisters from Russia.
In the early morning of July 28, 2016, Jonathan Meadows was shot in the head while he was sleeping on the couch. Police arrested Bresha, then 14, and transported her to a juvenile detention center in Warren, Ohio.
According to Bresha’s mother Meadows, 41, was an abusive husband, for the better part of two decades, he beat and controlled her. Bresha and her two older siblings, Brianna and Jonathan Jr., bore witness to the violence.

One evening Mikhail Khachaturyan, a father and war veteran realized that his living room wasn’t tidy and clean enough, so he blamed his three daughters for this, and summoned them one by one and doused each with pepper spray.
According to court records such violence and abuse was not unusual in the Khachaturyan household.
Maria, Angelina and Krestina Khachaturyan decided they couldn’t take it anymore. They waited for their father fell asleep and attacked him with a kitchen knife and a hammer. He tried to fight back for a while but died within minutes.

Bresha, Maria, Angelina and Krestina are just four of the many  Abused Children who killed their Abusive fathers.

Please dont let this be your child’s story, and know that more than anyone else it is these little ones who will be compromised.  Give them the chance of a better life, provide them with a happy and healthy home environment and don’t make them lose their sense of awe and innocence. Help them develop their love and compassion for humanity. These will all happen if you start taking the stand and speak up.
If you are experiencing abuse and violence at home,  speak up and seek help.

If you are a victim and are afraid to speak up feel free to tell your story in the comment box below. I guarantee that  will privacy will be highly protected

LET’S TALK;  It may HELP you!

Posted in support of Perak Women for Women Society
The PWW Centre
15 Market Street
30000 Ipoh
Tel : 05-2469715

https://www.facebook.com/PerakWomenforWomen/

https://www.facebook.com/1MillionStars/

Source:
Melissa Jeltsen, HuffPost. Date Retrieved
July 17, 2019 https://www.google.com/amp/s/m.huffpost.com/us/entry/us_5a794b8be4b00f94fe945e10/amp

NATALIYA VASILYEVA, Associated Press. Date Retrieved July 17, 2019 https://www.google.com/amp/s/abcnews.go.com/amp/International/wireStory/outrage-russia-abused-teen-sisters-charged-murder-64144147

How Much Longer

How Much Longer
You lost your voice
Upon his roaring thunder
Of growing ego

As you lost your consciousness
Over his viscious hands.
How much longer of the sound you
need to bear deaf in the truth of torture and agony?
You lost your thought
In every scorn you hear
From the sound
Of his nasty outrage
And abomination.
How much longer of the blunders you need to take to run away and seek for help?
You lost your smile
For every word
He utters is a knife
That cuts off the very essence
Of your being
How much longer of a smile can you hold
To unfold the truth that you are suffering silently?

 

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Written for VJ’s weekly challenge

Dear victims of VIOLENCE speak up use your language to be heard and to get help
Dedicated to all women who are silent  victims of violence. SPEAK UP. https://onewomansquest.org/2019/07/08/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-56-language/

“We need language to tell us who we are, how we feel, what we’re capable of – to explain the pains and glory of our existence.”

– MAYA ANGELOU

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Inspired by my recent visit to Old Town Ipoh, where i happened to drop by in a shop, of all its proceeds will be used  to help/assist victims of violence particularly women.

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Violence includes domestic abuse, sexual assault, verbal and emotional abuse.  Violence and abuse can cause physical and emotional problems that will last long even after the abuse happened. If you’ve experienced violence or abuse, it is never your fault, and you can get help. There are several organizations worlwide that aims and help victims of abuse.

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In particular this shop is helping the “Perak Women for Women Society” organization. So if ever you are around this area visit the shop and your single purchase can go a long way.

The United Nations defines violence against women as “any act of gender-based violence that results in, or is likely to result in, physical, sexual, or mental harm or suffering to women, including threats of such acts, coercion or arbitrary deprivation of liberty, whether occurring in public or in private life.”

Concubine Lane-Ipoh

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Splendid, beautiful and warm
That’s what you are, full of charm

But history was unkind
To the truth, some were blind

Your story was interestingly told
By many as they stroll, young and old

Tell tales has it, you were gifted
By a wealthy man indeed

Some whispered you were the haven
Of love untold and forbidden

You’re a silent witness
Of the truth there is that says

“I am but a memory
Of glorious past of history”.

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Inspired by my recent visit to The Concubine Lane, in Old Town Ipoh, Perak.

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The Concubine Lane has history that goes all the way back to 1892 when parts of Old Town Ipoh were rebuilt after a fire. The Concubine Lanes were part of the rebuilt which was owned by a mining tycoon who have said to give these lanes to his three wives. Thus the locals call it, the wife’s lane, concubine lane and the second concubine lane. Another version of the story is said to be that these are the lanes to which the rich men hid their second wives.

Regardless of the validity of the story, the Concubine Lane is a beautiful reminder that no matter what happens, we continue to persevere and live the life we love. We will be UPROOTED sometimes, we will be CHALLENGED, and we will be BROKEN; know that these are nothing but part of a greater plan, for us to become the better if not the best version of ourselves.

After the fire that hit the Old Town Ipoh in 1892, its people have been resilient and dedicated in their pursuit of bringing back the glory that the the place used to have.

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Today, Old Town Ipoh, stands majestically as one of the places to visit in Ipoh. The crumbled walls and broken architecture are reminders of its past: the once broken, the once burned down, the once forgotten has risen again.

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The Concubine Lane is one of the distinct and remarkable areas in Old Town Ipoh, which at the same has a story many wil not be happy about. Having said that, Concubine Lane has inspired people to learn to understand the diverse culture of Malaysia through its vibrant colors, its cafes, its novelty shops and its walls. Most importantly it teaches us a very important lesson in life; a lesson that says,  no matter what people think or say about you, you stand by your beliefs, your values and your idealism. You rise up above criticisms and continue to inspire others to be good. Every wall and every corner of Concubine Lane is a manefistation that one can learn to better themselves amidst all the crisis and tribulations.

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The Concubine Lane is a testament of love. And as we walk along its corners, know that it will be a silent witness to a love’s sweet whispers, a child’s biggest dream, a mother’s plea, a husband’s triumph and of dreams do come true.

Posted for calmkate’s Friday-fun- Uprooted https://aroused.blog/2019/07/06/friday-fun-uprooted/