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Childhood is a package of morals- twisted or straight. Religious education and stories, school education, self esteem studies, complex psychological growth full of hesitation, opinion and decision, suppression, etc…all lead to form what we call character. During youth, such elements are put into action and are enhanced with time; in addition, swinging confidence enriches lacking the ability to decide or being afraid of stepping further, as if one does not have the right to. And who the hell decides what my rights are? My society, my family, who?

Now as a grown up, I-with widely open eyes- raise a lot of questions in a new society and culture in an attempt to find myself.

As for the society, it is titled by: “keep your morals to portrait and seek the power to keep on growing”. This what makes one respected. The power is the scale. By default, I love knowledge and studying. To people and society, this is the power even though my scale is morals. With a childhood package as mine, I still can’t decide. I feel I have to do what they want before doing what I want. So with my passion to knowledge, I find myself connecting both: using my educational status and family pushes to what they want, to finally build my shield and achieve my own goals.

Eventually, everything seems to work in harmony, even though it may take a life time. It turns out that things always happen for a good reason and what is impossible in the present become definite in the future.

Another facebook episode

It’s some hours before lunch, she has just woken up. The kettle is speeding up the electricity meter and the cigarette is glowing. She adds some of her “First Price”* coffee in the mug and let the boiling water force the powder to change its mood. (I don’t have anything against First Price products; on the contrary, they have a good variety there).

“Gosh, I am stressed, I haven’t been on facebook for hours now and I am definitely missing a lot”.

Her careless soul and big bum give the chair a hard time and she thanks Bill Gates for making her life easier. Gates is cool, but he is not as popular as Zuckerberg. Mark is the man. Facebook is the new heaven.

Her best friend has made a strong statement on her wall, so our friend pushes the like button before she even reads and then she adds:

“I am proud of myself, getting on well with my diet”

“Congrats (like)”

“I ate a whole pizza with whole wheat bun, rich toppings and a glass of DIET coke”

“Good on ya, I should start mine soon” our friend replies and keep in mind that all is happening on the public wall.

“You’ll manage, I think. What are your plans for the weekend?”

“Big ones, getting drunk”

“Like”

It might sound shallow to read such a story, but it is an example of what many who are doing nothing other than infecting the way we now communicate. It is unfair to generalize; however, the majority thinks that mainstream is the solution.

There are ways in posting comments and updating the status on facebook. It is cooler if we achieve that by using iPhones and the fruit of that is proudly shown”sent via facebook for iPhone”. The other fact is having more that 500 friends and we communicate with only few of them. We meet someone on the net, in a pub, on the bus or in bed and we become facebook buddies.

Facebook has turned the communication situation upside down. We can’t ignore the fact that it is a platform where we express many of our frustrations, support, love and hate, but some are turning it to a measurement for our faith like “press like if you like Jesus” or ”join the group if you are an atheist” etc. If you are not a member of this giant network then you are doomed.

Nevertheless, doesn’t the “like” button govern no matter how bad things are? It reminds us of the “red green coalition “that’s been ruling Norway for some years despite the majority's loathing…

I have had that love/hate relationship to facebook. I admire it and I hate it. To commit a social suicide by deactivating the account could be a solution, but I will always remember my really true friends whom I cherish deeply.

*First price: a low range with a variety of affordable alternative.

Keep the promise

The stoning

It is interesting how the Ultimate power works when it needs to deliver a message. Yesterday, when checking Amnesty's web page, I decided to be a member. It is not only about paying the annual fee, but it is about acting. It is about shouting for the sake of human rights until the voices wither. It is about fighting for justice even if it will shed blood.

It is interesting how yesterday I was reading about the stoning of Iranian Sakineh Mohammadi Ashtiani whose case has shaken the world showing the primitiveness of the Mullah regime. A rotten system overdosed with religious testosterone.

Today, I watched "The stoning of Suraya M", a movie, based on a real story, talks about the evil cooperation of male savages accusing of adultery an innocent mother of four. I nearly decided not to continue watching, blame it on nerves, but I did and a heavy load of silence paralyzed my ability to forget.

I do not know how to act, maybe a prayer will be heard or another will give me creative ideas. I will do what it takes to share my voice with those heroes shouting from above the tower of justice .

For those who haven't watched the movie yet, please do and tell me what you feel.

When she showers her voice on my soul, I fly.

When she tells me the world is wonderful, I wonder.

The strings of her instrument tickle my skin. She’s asking if I remember her when we walked in those fields. I can still feel the west wind touches my cheeks.

Sing to me, I want my troubles to melt away like lemon drops. Keep me imprisoned behind your words, your harmony, in your memory.

Songbird, chant for me and if I fall catch me. Let me shake your hand and say time might heal my broken pride.

Here I am, I see no true colors, but I’m eager to shout, swing and take off my stained cloth. I don’t know where the time goes, when we are leaving- Perhaps our seeds will bloom and the scene will be great, but you will always inspire me.

Cassidy, thanks for inspiring me, Eva, sing high