Monday, July 18, 2005
BBC Feature: Faces Behind The Faith
Who and what is a Muslim?
Six very different Birmingham Muslims share their faith and tell us of their lives.
Muslims from Birmingham respond to 7/7.
Feature by New Media Producer Sarah Loat. A Grand-ole Well Done to the Beebs!
Peace & Prayers
xx
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
Health Update :o)
Salam, Peace to all, and to all be peace :o)
Alot of people have enquired about my health so here goes...
After the weeks of waiting I finally managed to see the consultant; though tell a lie it wasn’t the consultant but his psychic that I actually saw.
He wiggled my fingers about and flopped my hands about to check where the pain was. I must admit he was one of the most down-to-earth and human consultants my being had ever been placed in front of. I think he will do well. I hope he does well. Being spoken to as if you are not an ant – wow! No medical jargon, plain-simple English what a girl like me likes – no cryptic crap which makes one question what possessed them to go into the clinic in the first place! I have in the past met consultants who really made me feel like a scum of the earth – like it’s my fault I’m ill yeah?!
So the conclusion was to start the process of elimination… beginning with Rheumatoid Arthritis for which I was introduced with the Count. It took two vampires to find my tiny veins, which I feel were still asleep. Finally the Count herself came with the syringe as we all waited for the morning birds to sing the vessels into wakefulness. And then it was drawn.. bottles and bottles of burgundy fluid from my arm.
A tip I was given later by a friend was to make sure I soaked my arms in hot water to get the veins popping up. I told her that my future protocol would be to carry a hot water bottle with me owing to her kind suggestion :o)
Now I await an appointment with the Neurophysiologists who will kindly electrode me for a nerve test. Makes me feel a little like the fella from Quantum Leap, in fact sad to say that’s exactly what passed before my eyes when I was told about it! This is to ensure I don’t have trapped nerves and to eliminate the possibility of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (which is so common because I keep bumping into people with it).
So more prodding and probing in an attempt to find a diagnosis. I feel an extension on my sicknote is coming this way as I start my 21st week off-sick tomorrow! Until an overall diagnosis is not established I remain in limboland!
These last few months really have turned my world round. I have been made to analyse the many spheres of my life as I try to discover what my relationship is with myself, my family, friends, jobs, art project, the community and most important of all My Creator.
Where am I heading? What is life? What is the meaning of these events? Why is this happening? Have I done something wrong? Will there be an end? Will I cope through this? What is important to me? Who are my real well-wishers? What are my life priorities? Am I growing weak? Do I show signs of one without faith? Why do I feel uncertain about my being? Where are my strengths? What is happening to my world? Was this ever my world if now I feel it isn’t?
These months have shown be Reality in a manner I had never envisaged and given me insights which force me not to bow to misery.
I remain confident that I shall find my silver lining in the dark cloud that appears to have temporarily gathered above this world I live in. As I was told by a great teacher earlier in my sickness: “A new world will be created for you.”
Prayers for all well-wishers & may the angels be with you all. Ameen.
Peace to all
Bint-eh Adam xx
Alot of people have enquired about my health so here goes...
After the weeks of waiting I finally managed to see the consultant; though tell a lie it wasn’t the consultant but his psychic that I actually saw.
He wiggled my fingers about and flopped my hands about to check where the pain was. I must admit he was one of the most down-to-earth and human consultants my being had ever been placed in front of. I think he will do well. I hope he does well. Being spoken to as if you are not an ant – wow! No medical jargon, plain-simple English what a girl like me likes – no cryptic crap which makes one question what possessed them to go into the clinic in the first place! I have in the past met consultants who really made me feel like a scum of the earth – like it’s my fault I’m ill yeah?!
So the conclusion was to start the process of elimination… beginning with Rheumatoid Arthritis for which I was introduced with the Count. It took two vampires to find my tiny veins, which I feel were still asleep. Finally the Count herself came with the syringe as we all waited for the morning birds to sing the vessels into wakefulness. And then it was drawn.. bottles and bottles of burgundy fluid from my arm.
A tip I was given later by a friend was to make sure I soaked my arms in hot water to get the veins popping up. I told her that my future protocol would be to carry a hot water bottle with me owing to her kind suggestion :o)
Now I await an appointment with the Neurophysiologists who will kindly electrode me for a nerve test. Makes me feel a little like the fella from Quantum Leap, in fact sad to say that’s exactly what passed before my eyes when I was told about it! This is to ensure I don’t have trapped nerves and to eliminate the possibility of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (which is so common because I keep bumping into people with it).
So more prodding and probing in an attempt to find a diagnosis. I feel an extension on my sicknote is coming this way as I start my 21st week off-sick tomorrow! Until an overall diagnosis is not established I remain in limboland!
These last few months really have turned my world round. I have been made to analyse the many spheres of my life as I try to discover what my relationship is with myself, my family, friends, jobs, art project, the community and most important of all My Creator.
Where am I heading? What is life? What is the meaning of these events? Why is this happening? Have I done something wrong? Will there be an end? Will I cope through this? What is important to me? Who are my real well-wishers? What are my life priorities? Am I growing weak? Do I show signs of one without faith? Why do I feel uncertain about my being? Where are my strengths? What is happening to my world? Was this ever my world if now I feel it isn’t?
These months have shown be Reality in a manner I had never envisaged and given me insights which force me not to bow to misery.
I remain confident that I shall find my silver lining in the dark cloud that appears to have temporarily gathered above this world I live in. As I was told by a great teacher earlier in my sickness: “A new world will be created for you.”
Prayers for all well-wishers & may the angels be with you all. Ameen.
Peace to all
Bint-eh Adam xx