“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.

Sunshine

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You were smiling, all day long even amidst a lonely, forlorn afternoon

You could put the sun to shame the way your corner lips rise slowly

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Your eyes, how it turned into a lovely crescent moon

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Then you let out a soft, light giggle as you hid your smile behind your charming face

My heart skips.

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And i remember, you were always my ray of light, my sunshine

 

P.S.

Life can be tough. Some days are good, some days are not. Some people will love and support you, and some won’t. That’ life. That’s world. That’s reality.
It is crazy and chaotic.

Amidst trouble and turmoils, amidst darkness and lonely days, my daughters are my ray  of light, my sunshine, my RESTFUL place.

Friday Fun – restful

They too are my muse, my inspiration, and my kindle
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They are my LIGHT…

and i wanna say HAPPY DEEPAVALI to all my lovely Indian followers and blogger friends.

Let us all together join them and celebrate the victory of light over darkness, good over evil and knowledge over ignorance.

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.

 

Stars (teaser 2)

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The best things in life happen unexpectedly, and come from where and when you least expect it. The storm that’s raging now could clear at any minute and reveal a million-star sky.

                                                                                                                  – Michelle

 

 

P.S.

A project in support of Perak Women for Women Society, in celebration of their “One Million Star to End Violence – Malaysia” is coming out soon. Together we can make a difference, together we can help end abuse and violence and together we can change someone’s life.

Lily, Aphrodite

Kate of Calmkate is up with a new and fun challenge:

think of three swirdle words and put them into a poem

Here’s my three words:

Chillax (chill/relax)
Cosplay (costume/play)
Shopaholic (shop/alcoholic)

Drum roll please………

Here’s my fun poem/verse using these words..

 

 

Lily, the shopaholic
feeling sad and melancholic
gone out and chillax, to say
so on with her lovely cosplay
went along the sidewalks and stroll
into the giant and massive mall
head, beaming with pride
walk fiercely and stride
as the brave and mighty
beautiful, Aphrodite.

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( Lily, could be out there somewhere…)

Join in the fun at https://aroused.blog/2019/09/09/swirdle-prompt/

 

I intend to make this a fun post as my way of saying Life is hard, but there are moments, sometimes hours – and, if you’re really lucky, full days – where everything feels just right. .and today could be just right..

We can be anything we wanted to be, like Lily cosplaying as Aphrodite, an ancient Greek goddess associated with love, beauty, pleasure, passion and procreation.

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My Saga Continuous Part 3 (thanks for the stars)

you’re raging a war
of which
origin,
you can
barely tell
least the day
it begun
your battlefield
is a place called “home”
and your fiercest enemy
is a man named “dad”

 

The effects of domestic violence on children, result from witnessing domestic violence in a home where one of their parents are abusing the other parent, plays a tremendous role on the well-being and developmental growth of children witnessing the violence.

A child who witness domestic violence at home often believe that they are to blame, and that they live in a constant state of fear and are times more likely to be victims of child abuse.

Close observation and early intervention will play an important role in saving a child from further abuse.  A child witnessing abuse or  ( is being abused) may have dysfunctions or changes in their physical, behavioral, emotional, and social areas of life.

So, if you know one and or if you are one, know that you are not alone.

FIND YOUR WAY OUT AND SEEK HELP!!!

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/

As i continue my saga on my campaign against violence, i would like to thank Jules of  dailyjewelsbyjules.wordpress.com for weaving stars and sending them in from US to Malaysia.

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“Stars mean different things to different people. For travellers, stars tell them where they are, where they are going. For others, they are just little lights in the sky. For scholars, they are the world of the unknown, yet to be discovered and understood. For my businessman, they are gold. But all stars stay silent. And you? No one else in the world will see the stars as you do… For you, and only for you, the stars will always be laughing.”’

—The Little Prince—-

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Thank you Jules for making someone happy with your stars. Thank you for being the kind of star we all need today.

For those who want to join please see the link below on how to weave the stars :
//www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSjyDqztzaQ

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Motherhood

“Each second makes its mark on every single person’s life- comes and then goes, quietly disappearing without fanfare, evaporating into air like steam from a piping hot christmas pudding. Enough time leaves us warm; when our time is gone, it leaves us cold. It is time of which we do not have enough; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.” (The Gift, Cecilian Ahern)

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Defending the poor and unfortunate

caring with a heart so compassionate

ah! a lawyer that’s what i will be

back then as a little girl with glee.

 

Broadcasting news on TV

doing it with mind so steady

Ah! a television anchor i see

back in high school so carefree.

 

 

Pouring thoughts on paper

scribbling late at night so dear

ah! a journalist i will

back in college with free will.

 

 

Never become a lawyer really

it wasn’t my dream actually

’twas a childish thing to wish

no dirt to dish.

Broadcasting wasn’t even for me

‘though i had the chance to be

you see a surgery on the neck

making it hard to speak.

 

 

Writer i may have always been

creating stories every now and then

putting actions into words

screaming as i scribble with thoughts.

 

 

You see there’s something i miss

never imagined i enjoyed it with bliss

caring for little souls as they grow

motherhood is what makes me glow.