Monday, 2 February 2015

February Blogging Challenge

As off this week, I am going to do a 'February Blogging Challenge', something I have set for myself to get me into the routine of blogging as opposed to posting here and there due to my laziness. 

If you are someone who goes to Uni, is always on the go or sometimes extremely lazy, love to travel, have boring days and sometimes the most productive of days, you will be able to relate to my posts. 

Some days will be advice about anything and everything like lifting yourself to infinity and beyond if you are feeling down, other days will be about my opinions about the latest issues, other days will be me moaning about how much I've stuffed down my throat and overall, life. 
Ah and maybe a poem here and there if I am feeling creative. But we'll see. 

So... Why not embark on this journey with me through lifes highs and lows. 
Let February posts come alive!!!

I should be posting every Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays around 9pm. 
If February goes well, who knows, I may even do a different challenge in March.
Let me know what you guys think I should do and what my posts should be about.
(So show the support guys. Criticism and ideas will be appreciated)


Be ready for Wednesday's first proper post!
Can't wait!

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Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Salma's Selma Experience


When I went to the screening of Selma at the Odeon cinema in Marble Arch, I was asked 'Do you know what Selma is about?'.
My response: 'Yes, it's about a woman named Selma and Martin Luther King'.
How stupid was I?

My name is Salma and I have a confession. I actually do not know much about Dr Martin Luther King except that he had a dream.
He had a dream that there would be more equality for black people - Negros as they were referred to in the 60's, that black people would be given the rights to vote and be allowed to vote. He had a dream that there would be freedom and justice and God will help them through it all.

Dr King was portrayed to be an active leader for his community who did not give up and negotiated without using violence but peace - something which lacks when trying to make change in today’s society, people who believed in him and followed his steps as he tried to seek justice for his people. After marching towards Montgomery from Selma with the support of hundreds of peaceful demonstrators they were stopped at the bridge.
To what extent Dr King had worked to attain equality or basic rights for 'Negros' I had no idea of.
Selma made me more aware of his work and reminded me just how harsh black people were treated by the authority who were mainly white men. It captured the brutal reality of how heartless and unjust authority figures were when beating black women and elderly people with batons and whips sending them back the way they had come had from in a huge group.
After walking the bridge again, this time with the support of white people from around the States as well as 'Negros', the white officers on the other side of the bridge stood down and let them through. But Dr King knelt down, did a prayer and turned around, heading back towards Selma.
Why did he do this? His supporters did not know, nor did we - the audience.

Whilst watching this film, I could not help but compare it to the modern day. Today.
Black people have fought for freedom worldwide. South Africa, America, to some extent the UK as well. Racism has been an issue that still exists today even though the law covers equal rights.
The hard work and effort of successful activists has been thrown down the drains and history is once again repeating itself.
It is hard to not compare the white people beating, killing and discriminating 'Negros' in the United States during the time of Dr King to the killings of black people today in the United States. Surely the 21st Century would be more different and the system would have changed to not favour anyone. White authority figures have got away with shooting black men with stupid reasons such as: 'I thought they were carrying a gun' or 'he looked like a threat'. Black men have been strangled to death for no crime but for being black in America.

Though there is this sense of pride for Black people in the US for having a coloured President -Barack Hussein Obama, an African American, it seems as though not much has been done for the black people. There may be no more signs saying 'No Negros Allowed' but in some areas of America, they are treated with no respect. This needs to change.
There is a lot more Obama, a black President, can do for his people. Majority of African Americans voted for him and he needs to help them out before helping countries outside like Israel or sending his troops to fight useless wars in Iraq or Afghanistan.

Remember the Ferguson Unrest protests and riots which happened during the summer of 2014 in the United States? All the uproar over the killing of a young black man - Michael Brown - by a white police officer.
People had to take to the streets in the 21st century, protesting for their rights as black people.

Why do black people have to protest for rights? Why do they have to get targeted for not their crime but their colour? Are they not humans?

So what was one thing I learnt from the film Selma? Aside from learning about the active work of Dr Martin Luther King and his friends I learnt that Selma is a place and not a person.

I really do suggest that you all watch this film on February 6th 2015!
I have nothing negative to say about it (maybe a suggestion - they could have included the 'I have a dream speech' at the end)

I hope you all enjoyed that and that it probes you to go watch Selma.
And remember 'There is a king in all of us'.

By Salma Razia Khatun

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Thursday, 1 January 2015

Goodbye 2014 - Hello 2015

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

As 2014 has closed it doors on us, I sit and reflect on all the good and bad.
Every year consists of its ups and downs but it makes us who we are. It teaches us new lessons and it drives us to move forward and make beneficial sacrifices. 
Every year our lives take us on different journeys and 2014 took me on many journeys. 

My 2014 didn't start with a 'BANG'. But grateful I should be as I was in the comfort of my home and family. Millions out there would do anything to be in my shoes. 


When I Performed Umrah
Whilst I was having an 'eugh' time at university I made the intention of going to perform my pilgrimage in Makkah. I felt that I needed this spiritial awakening and to draw closer to Islam as my surrounding and my attitude was not helping me. By the Will of the Lord Almighty my family and I were invited to the house of Allah and we performed our Umrah. 
I must admit, I am not a very emotional person and sad films make me cringe or laugh, if I see someone crying I'll awkwardly comfort them. However, when I lifted my head to see the Ka'bah (House of Allah) for the first time, I could not stop bawling. I cried like a baby and I do not even know why. Everything I've ever kept bottled up was released here and it felt like a lifetime of burdens were off my shoulders. 
My life revolved around prayer and I loved every second of it. I was one of many who were privileged to have kissed the Hajre Aswad (The black stone), follow the footsteps of our beloved prophets and companions and of some of the most amazing women in Islam.
I was one of the many who were privileged to have given my Salaam to our beloved Prophet (saw) in Madina.

The Bleak Summer

After such a journey, the summer of 2014 wasn't a great one. 
Why? Because of the 'wars' going on around the world. 

There is a saying like - The Ummah is like a body. If one part of the body hurts, it hurts the whole body. If some people of our Ummah are hurt, the whole Ummah hurts. 
Gaza, Syria, Rohingya, Central African Republic (and more) Muslims have been getting killed in masses. Though these have been ongoing, the summer of 2014 brought about more awareness of the actions of the real terrorists. It didn't matter how many protests happened for the sake of humanity, such actions still took place. And it hurt. It hurt those who could not help or do anything about it. Except pray. The conflicts were not even Muslim issues, it was and still it the issue of humanity.
Thousands of lives have been taken away this year but it has also educated a mass amount of people as to what happens around this world. 
How horrid people can be!
It does not stop here, the recent killing of students in a school in Peshawar (Pakistan), the shoot down of a Malaysian Plane, the tension between authority and the public after the killing of black men in America... The list goes on and on. 

Travelling

2014 was the first time I travelled alone to another country even though I missed my flight. But it's ok. I learnt for next time, don't sit with your sis an hour before boarding to have breakfast!
I also got accepted to the University I'd wanted to go to from the beginning and I got accepted straight into second year which was a bonus. 
I climbed mountains with loved ones in for the fun of it (Mount Hira, Scafell Pike, Mount Snowdon)





and I have seen sunrises and sunsets in so many places. (Arabia, Algeria, Bangladesh, My Bedroom Window)







I had the opportunity to travel to my mother land - Bangladesh and see the beauty of this country. The longest natural beach, tribal people, animals roaming free, seeing people live their lives. It seems pretty relaxed compared to our rushed lives here in the UK and it was something to appreciate. But people do work very hard to make a living. 




I got the chance to go to the neighbouring country - India: Kolkata & Darjeeling. It's amazing how people have made homes and towns, railways and roads high up in the mountains.











I met people who share the same language and culture but different religions and features. 









2014 reunited me with certain people and made me distant to others. It has allowed me to make new friends and experience new things. It has allowed me to make change and adjust to changes. 
I have become more determined to accomplish my goals of 2014 (which will have to follow me into 2015). I want to travel more and more and see the wonders of this world. I want to visit places that people have not heard of and places were there is conflict. I want to be more knowledgable in my faith and more knowledgable on the world around me.
I want to start and finish the small things like learning how to drive and learning a new language. 
I want to be more humble. 

I have been sad and I have made others sad but I have also laughed, cried from laughter and made others around me get stomach pains from laughing. My highlights of this year has to be, making my mother laugh nearly every day and giving her a funny story to tell my father. Irreplaceable.
I have asked for forgiveness and I have forgiven. I have been loved and I carry on loving.


All in all, 2014 has been a mixture of emotions and I must say I am grateful. 

I am grateful for the lessons and experiences. I am grateful for the people I have spent time with and the lonely times. 

Now bring on 2015. Take me on new adventures. 


Wednesday, 24 December 2014

The eyes of Migrant Workers

After encountering an eye opening journey through parts of Bangladesh and India, there is something which will stick with me for a long time. 
The eyes of Migrant Workers from Bangladesh. 
Yes, the eyes.


I recently went to Bangladesh and after I came back I was asked, Why Bangladesh? What on earth is there to see in Bangladesh? Well for starters, there is earth in Bangladesh. Natural earth. Ever heard of Cox Bazaar? The worlds longest natural beach with Bangladeshis being its tourist. People swimming fully clothed without the risk of children laying their eyes upon xrated body parts.


Secondly, Rangamati, where there is a hanging bridge and you can get boat rides to small Islands where tribal people reside. They speak Bangla but look more oriental - They're known as Chakma people.
There is a lot to see in Bangladesh and the beautiful thing about it is, a lot of it is untouched. It's not very touristic which allows nature to do its job. 

Now about the Migrant workers. 
When I got to Dubai where we had to do a transfer I realised that our gate was full of young Bangladeshi men. 'Migrant workers' I thought and I wasn't wrong. I always knew that Bangladeshi people go to Dubai to find work and I have come across a lot of disturbing articles and videos in recent years about how these Bangladeshis are treated by the Arabs in Dubai. Some are beaten, some have their passports taken away, some get given horrendous jobs. A lot of handsome faces have turned rugged from the hard labour work they do. 
I found it pretty surprising when I discovered Dubai isn't the only place these workers go to. They travel all over the Middle East in hope to make an earning to survive on or to help a loved one get an education or wear something new. 

When getting on that plane it was heart warming to see all these people on their brick phones with happy smiling faces telling their family that they have boarded the plane and will see them soon.
Even when the announcement 'to turn all eletronics off' was said, these people were still making calls. It was pretty funny. 
I was thinking, they probably spent months and months doing hard work and the UAE Dirhams that they earnt would have been spent on this plane ticket to see their family. But it's worth it I guess. I mean, money cannot buy the giggles and smiles these people had on their faces. 
Some have even grasped the idea of Selfies and were taking selfies with the plane seats. To be honest, I do that too. 

Some of the Migrant workers. A few of them did not know how
to use the screens in front of them. 
When the visa forms were given out before landing in Dhaka, many of them looked at the small sheet in confusion. They turned it around a few times looking tensed. Lack of Literacy skills. Most of them couldn't even read. It wasn't long before my dad had 5 forms to fill for 5 different people. Sad isn't it? The simple things in life aren't accessible to everyone. Education, the ability to read and write in one of the worlds most common language. 

Though most of them laughed and sm
iled, you could see through their eyes the hardship they have been through. Going back and forth to a foreign place, being mistreated, living in bad cramped conditions, missing their families and friends. You can see from the structure of their faces how handsome and beautiful they are but the hard work of working under the sun every day had taken its toll on their beautiful skin. They looked older than they actually were. 

I have a cousin. When I last saw him in 2002, he was very handsome. Very light skinned, sharp featured, high cheek bones, structured jaws. I saw a recent picture of him and he was unrecognisable. He has gone dark, marks all over his face and he looks older than he is. He works in Dubai and every morning he is made to climb the side of tall building fixing electrical stuff (which I have no idead about) as the sun reaches its peak.

After a hectic 10 days of moving around Bangladesh and India, meeting and speaking to different people, coming across some of the most loving people who live in some of the most hardest conditions, it was finally time to come back home to London. 
At Dhaka airport as we were going through customs, a young man was pushed to the back of the line by one of the security - Physically pushed on the chest. It made my blood boil. These people need to care for their own. Show some respect. They already get mistreated in the Middle East and the last thing they need is harsh treatment in their home land. 
We went through and saw a big group of ladies in uniform. Yellow clothes and caps. We asked them where they were going. Not anywhere luxurious. They were off to Amman to work in a sewing factory. Beautiful stunning ladies who have to leave their families behind to try and provide the basics by working abroad. 

There is a huge number of Migrant workers in the Middle East from South Asia. How else would the Arab world work? Bangladeshis are very skilled in construction work but its a shame to see that their skills are not used to improve Bangladesh but to build amazing stadiums in Qatar or five star hotel in the Saudi Arabia. 

This is surprising - Something I found out when I was in Cox Bazaar. 
The men in Bangladesh are pretty small. It's pretty cute actually. Especially when you see the armour men wore during the wars. They look like they could be for children.
Anyway, a lot of young boys used to get kidnapped from Bangladesh and were trained to become Jockey's. Their small frame was an advantage for rich horse racers in the Middle East. 
My grandfather was a Jockey but luckily not for the Arabs. 

I have always felt proud of being Bangladeshi especially knowing that my people fought for our land, but after going to Bangladesh I felt a sense of belonging. This is my home, my mother land, the land where my language stems from. This is the place where hard workers come from, the place surrounded by water, the place where Bangladeshis share the same language in different dialects and look completely different according to the region they come from. This is the place where I went to and I will never forget one thing. 
The eyes of Migrant workers.

I hope you got a slight insight in to how hard people in Bangladesh work and the extent they go to so they can make money. Not just Bangladeshis but Pakistanis, Indians, Chinese, Filipinos, go through the same effort to try and make a living. 

I wish I had the power to change lives around so people could live their lives in a bit more ease. 

By Salma Razia Khatun

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Wednesday, 17 December 2014

#PrayForPeshawar

'They went to school and never came back'

That day was a day of sadness and grief

Learning and play turned to a day making hearts bleed.
Morning kisses meant more than it ever did 
And the happy lives walking to school that morning became names on a grid. 
Innocent souls left their bodies looking over the friends who had been shot.
While the friends stared at the lifeless bodies in complete and utter shock.
None of them prepared for a day so horrid
Their parents in distress and very worried. 
Who goes to school with death in their mind? 
Knowledge and power is what we all seek to find.  
But little did they know, that they would become blind
Blind to the world that they had to leave behind.  
Oh Innocent souls, rest in peace
Your status in this world will only increase.
We'll mark the day you died with a moment of silence
And pray they get what they deserve for this act of violence.  
A moment of silence will not change what has happened. 
But at least you will know, the thought of you has not been abandoned.


By Salma Razia Khatun

(Taken from the internet)

































Please keep the young people of Pakistan in your prayers and thoughts. 
No person deserves to ripped away from their loved ones. 
Rest In Peace to the innocent souls.



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Friday, 5 September 2014

Journey through Bulimia - Interview of Nazia Khatun

Growing up, our body changes whether we are male or female, whether we like it or hate it, it is something we cannot change. It is the art of nature. With this comes the awakening of our consciousness and young people, especially teenagers become more aware of what their body looks like. Many embrace this change and many want to make more changes such as their height, weight and body image. Some do this the healthy way through exercise and healthy eating and some do this the dangerous way by developing eating disorders.

Nazia Khatun was one of these young teenagers who disliked her appearance but decided it was time to start making changes at the age of seventeen. Unfortunately it was not the right way for a healthy diet. Nazia is now a grown woman who takes pride in her appearance, walks with a strut and has confidence in herself.


An interview was carried out by Salma Razia Khatun where Nazia explained her eating disorder. How and why she became bulimic and what young people should do now for a healthy looking body.

Before self inducing vomiting, Nazia described how her eating habits were like. “I used to eat anything and everything. Breakfast going to school consisted of fizzy drinks, chocolate bars, crisps. At break time at school, I clearly remember I would eat more than the other girls. One doughnut was never enough. Lunchtime was piled with pizza, pasta, and whatever was available that day for school dinners. The odd times if I had food outside for lunch it would consist of fried chicken and chips or greasy kebabs. By 6pm, without a doubt I would head off to the corner shops to get at least two bars of chocolates, more crisps and fizzy drinks.”
Being at a girls only school made Nazia feel normal and alright being chubby. She was good at sports and felt accepted by her class friends and it helped having a baggy uniform which covered a few pounds. But College had changed this for her.
“I saw skinny girls everywhere who looked pretty and their make up was nicely done. They wore nice jeans and tops and then there was me who was in a cap, track suit bottoms and again a baggy hoody. Of course naturally I felt uncomfortable as I was a teenager and at that time hormones are firing away for all reasons. I didn’t get any attention from the boys like the other pretty girls did and a part of me felt very out of place and not attractive all of a sudden. The more unattractive I felt the baggier the jumpers got and every shopping trip consisted of purchasing a cap to hide my chubby cheeks. In essence I wanted to be thin, thin to me meant being attractive and I will get noticed. How wrong was I back then as it lead to a whole load of pitfalls as I grew up.
Surprisingly enough one of my good friends was a male at this period of my life. I clearly remember him telling me he used to purge to lose weight. He explained to me after you eat, you just make yourself sick. I asked how and he replied “by sticking your finger down your throat”. At first I thought this was stupid, but weirdly enough I remember it stayed in my head”.
Bulimia is very common amongst females and around 5 to 15% of males suffer from bulimia This is on the increase and more men are becoming anorexic. Low self esteem and confidence leads to eating disorders. “I was living with so many sisters, some who were slim and petite. Compared to them I felt like King Kong.”

Nazia before and after bulimia.
“Before: I was a happy child growing up. I had no hesitation to eat anything and everything. In fact, my parents used to tell me to control my portion sizes and not to eat too much as they were concerned of my size at the time of my age. Of course this gets to you a little but when relatives used to visit and tell me I was “healthy” it used to play in my head. All of my cousins were of decent sizes and shapes. When you don’t know what normal is you carry on with life as it is. I was very outgoing and always in people’s faces.
After: I admit I became so self obsessed. That period of my life, being so caught up with my self image was the mother of all life for me. The more I looked in mirrors the more hate I found for myself. I loathed my chubby face and fat body. I became very anti social and grumpy. I found my relationship with my family becoming tense as I would argue or snap back at even small things. Being tired, hungry and making myself sick became addictive as I saw the weight dropping. I came down to seven stones and I was obsessed with the weighing scales. By now my parents went from the opposite of telling me not to eat trying to force food down me and I would eat but they knew too well what I was doing.”


Then came the day when something triggered Nazia to think twice about her self inducing vomiting.
“There was a day where I ate fish and chips and laid down on the sofa. Without even having to even self induce I started to vomit. With it I noticed blood. That was the day I thought to myself this had gone too far. I had been self inducing for almost two years in secret and this was definitely a wake up call. It came to a point where I also noticed that even though I was slim and was a size 10 instead of a size 14, I wasn’t getting any opposite sex attention. So it was a lot to do with the mind and how I perceived myself. However I went from one addiction to another. When I discovered the gym I became self obsessed with that and did everything wrong. I would train for hours on end and knew absolutely nothing about exercising other than what I learnt from magazines. I realised even when I had a six pack and was a perfect size, I still felt I was fat in my head. My obsession with calories and food was on an extreme level. This led to awful Sciatica Nerve damage and a very weak back which still plays up till this day”.

Then and now.
“Now I accept myself for who I am and what I am. I had to learn about self love a lot and the power of self love and how it contributed to the rest of my life. Even though I don’t have the six packs and do not train as mad as I used to, I find myself more confident than ever before. As a Trainer now, I am more clued up on how to exercise properly and how to eat properly to main optic health. I used my body as a form of control in the wrong way.
I am not perfect overall and everyday we challenge ourselves to become the best versions of ourselves, and with that comes a lot power and wisdom knowing I had the ability to change and manifest a different mindset to my general well being and health. I haven’t been sick in over three years now and that comes with the knowledge of how to look after myself.
Our health is something we all take for granted until something happens to us.
I run my own business so my lifestyle is very different to the average 9-5 worker. I tend to lead a very balanced lifestyle. I have enough time for family, friends, adventure, love, self time. Generally I find when my health is at peak then all areas of my life is heightened.
There was a point when I became an amateur boxer which was very different for me. I was a young Bangladeshi girl and at the time, it wasn't very common for South Asian girls to take part in physical sports like this. This was the period when my confidence was at its best and its only now at the age of 31 I fully accept my body and am able to thank it for everything I had put it through. Inner confidence is very under rated, and now I have more self belief and do not follow what the media throws at me.


Words of wisdom and tips for the young people who want to get slimmer now.
“Avoid reading magazines, they do not create a reality of health and fitness. You will never be able to create the hour glass or waist thin body as they are photo shopped. Another key thing to remember is that no two people will ever be the same so the diet plans and workouts outlined in magazines do not fit in for everybody. If they were so successful we would see all females walking around with the same body shape and if they were realistic plans, no one would fall off the bang wagon. So listen to your body.
You are already beautiful enough, radiant enough, smart enough so be your own trend setter and seek advice before dieting and exercising”.