… Every little thing was nonstop movement around the Lady of the Night, and the Lady was definitely still. She was Sakina, the calmness within the whirl. Envision, Khadra thought, looking at the large tides of pilgrims around the Kaba, these circles grow larger, as individuals all over Mecca face similarly to hope, then all over the world, even as far as America, wave after wave of individuals, in concentric circles going all around the earth, and I am at the center of all that. Khadra was a little surprised, then she was swirling too, and her mom was pleading, "Hold onto Jihad [Khadra's younger brother] Hold him tight!"and her dad was calling, "Stay with me! Stay with me!" And they were off, a small component of the sea, the ocean ...
The bliss of this minute, nevertheless, is followed by Khadra's shame at being apprehended by Saudi authorities for heading out alone to offer her fajr prayers at a neighboring mosque ("Women right here do not visit the mosque," she is informed), and later on by a sexual invitation by a boy who presumes that, as an "American," she has to be open and willing to having sexual relations. This turned into one of the numerous occasions mentioned in the book that challenged Khadra's concepts of the people that the Muslims currently are or can be, and the person that she herself is. The total mention of these 2 occasions particularly supported my previous expectations of the weak-minded members of any society in addition to the uninformed. It likewise makes me understand that belonging to a particular neighborhood or state is not a representation of one's character or moral standings-- not constantly and not certainly.
As the story advances, these concepts are significantly called into concern-- on an individual note for me too, and Khadra pertains to withstand the safe rigidity where she was raised. Her choice to have an abortion-- within a period that she comprehends as Islamically acceptable-- not just separates her marital relationship however brings about a distancing from her household and neighborhood. She takes a trip to Syria, where she picks up from her great-aunt about her household's history, and from a poet about the requirement for self-questioning. From an aunt and uncle who stay in Syria, Khadra discovers a kind of recognition for her parents and for their choice to relocate to America, a nation she just tentatively comprehends as part of her personal heritage. I for one have not experienced the stringent structure that Khadra mentions in the book, or anything close to it, but I do now have a better understanding of many youngsters and peers around me who do feel suppressed. It gives me a sense of the overall care structure that can help each community, Muslim or otherwise. I understand that the care facilities cannot merely provide physical relief and facilities for improvement - psychological and social agreement and acceptability is just as important.
In my opinion, U.S. healthcare has enough suggestions for facilities improvement, my main suggestion is for promoting training and application of tolerance. There is no shortage of diverse communities in the U.S. But the most victimized and judged community is that of Muslims in the region. My suggestion thus includes training for all healthcare professionals in the realms of tolerance and not judging a book by its cover. If this book exhibits anything, it is the fact that many Muslims like Khadra are still trying to figure out what Islam is and while it is a pretty straight forward human rights clause - in simple terms - the lack of accurate application in some Muslim communities of Islam leads to differences within the community and external judgments or intolerance does not help anyone. It is like the misguided leading the way for the blind. And healthcare has nothing to do with religious inklings or choices of an individual. Excellent healthcare is a right of every human and while the U.S. healthcare agencies do not take this right away from the Muslims in their community, it would go a long way if and when the healthcare services were provided without demeaning judgment and there was more acceptability and open-mindedness.