A Doctor in Iraq, Watching a Faith Healer at Work
By AMIR A. AFKHAMI, M.D.
Published: December 27, 2010
"Moreover, blaming the jinn allowed the family to see the young woman’s misbehavior as aberrant and shifted responsibility from her to a supernatural being. My Iraqi colleague agreed that despite his own strongly secular perspective, he still believed that honest faith healers fulfilled an important role in a war-ravaged country with a severe shortage of mental health professionals. "
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http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/28/health/28cases.html?_r=1
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Why Are People So Divided When It Comes To Children's Mental Health?
Why Are People So Divided When It Comes To Children's Mental Health?
Dr. Harold Koplewicz.
National leading child and adolescent psychiatrist; president,
The Child Mind Institute
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-harold-koplewicz/mental-health-being-openminded_b_791706.html
Dr. Harold Koplewicz.
National leading child and adolescent psychiatrist; president,
The Child Mind Institute
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-harold-koplewicz/mental-health-being-openminded_b_791706.html
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Blessed --Why I love my messy house
Blessed --Why I love my messy house
By Tammy Laws Lawson
Reprinted courtesy of "Chicken Soup for the Christian Family Soul."
A friend and I were standing in line at the grocery store the other day, and I was telling her how lazy my children were. I had come in from work that morning, and like most times, my house was wrecked.
"I believe children nowadays are just out for what they can get. I bend over backwards for them, and they can't even help keep our house clean. It wouldn't bother me so, but it's the woman who looks bad if the house is a mess.""Do you know how blessed you are?" a woman behind us asked. "I would love to go home and find my house a mess. I wouldn't mind my carpet being ruined or the dishes left everywhere. I wouldn't mind the dirty clothes being piled high or the many socks to match. I wouldn't even mind anyone talking about my dirty home. Matter of fact, I would love it. I would dearly love to kick my way through the house just to get to my kids and be able to hug them, kiss them and tell them how much I love them.
You see, my two children were killed in an auto accident and now it's just my husband and me. My house stays clean, my clothes stay put up, the dishes are done. There are no fingerprints on my walls, no mysterious spots on my carpets. There are no sounds of arguing, no slamming doors, no laughter, no 'I love you Mom.' So you see, you are very blessed. What I would give to be going through what you are right now. How I would love to be able to hold my kids, wipe away their tears, share their dreams. Just to watch them play. If I had my children, I wouldn't care how my house looked. I would be happy just to have them."
Now if you come into my house and see a big old mess, you can think bad thoughts if you want, but I feel greatly blessed.
By Tammy Laws Lawson
Reprinted courtesy of "Chicken Soup for the Christian Family Soul."
A friend and I were standing in line at the grocery store the other day, and I was telling her how lazy my children were. I had come in from work that morning, and like most times, my house was wrecked.
"I believe children nowadays are just out for what they can get. I bend over backwards for them, and they can't even help keep our house clean. It wouldn't bother me so, but it's the woman who looks bad if the house is a mess.""Do you know how blessed you are?" a woman behind us asked. "I would love to go home and find my house a mess. I wouldn't mind my carpet being ruined or the dishes left everywhere. I wouldn't mind the dirty clothes being piled high or the many socks to match. I wouldn't even mind anyone talking about my dirty home. Matter of fact, I would love it. I would dearly love to kick my way through the house just to get to my kids and be able to hug them, kiss them and tell them how much I love them.
You see, my two children were killed in an auto accident and now it's just my husband and me. My house stays clean, my clothes stay put up, the dishes are done. There are no fingerprints on my walls, no mysterious spots on my carpets. There are no sounds of arguing, no slamming doors, no laughter, no 'I love you Mom.' So you see, you are very blessed. What I would give to be going through what you are right now. How I would love to be able to hold my kids, wipe away their tears, share their dreams. Just to watch them play. If I had my children, I wouldn't care how my house looked. I would be happy just to have them."
Now if you come into my house and see a big old mess, you can think bad thoughts if you want, but I feel greatly blessed.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
MY SUNKEN EYES , #fb
MY SUNKEN EYES
The men sitting there grossly stuff their famous faces.
Their plates piled high as ant hills
Voluminous glasses of drinks as tall as small infants
They sit there eating and
Talking about the world’s problems.
They slurp and gulp their king size beers
Bellies expanding and belts popping open
They feast and gobble up uncaringly OINK OINK.
Little do they know that I sit there with my sunken eyes
Craving through the gleaming glass window
I shiver like a leaf with my empty belly growling
I can see the feast, I can imagine the taste
But can’t get it into my belly.
I am so weak I am struggling to survive.
I manage to wave my coffee cup high above the window.
Maybe I am invisible to them.
I wonder what they are talking about
Are they talking about the homeless problem outside?
Those WONDERFUL Politicians
With Words And NO ACTIONS.
by: Ontario, Canada Grade 9 Student (2008)
The men sitting there grossly stuff their famous faces.
Their plates piled high as ant hills
Voluminous glasses of drinks as tall as small infants
They sit there eating and
Talking about the world’s problems.
They slurp and gulp their king size beers
Bellies expanding and belts popping open
They feast and gobble up uncaringly OINK OINK.
Little do they know that I sit there with my sunken eyes
Craving through the gleaming glass window
I shiver like a leaf with my empty belly growling
I can see the feast, I can imagine the taste
But can’t get it into my belly.
I am so weak I am struggling to survive.
I manage to wave my coffee cup high above the window.
Maybe I am invisible to them.
I wonder what they are talking about
Are they talking about the homeless problem outside?
Those WONDERFUL Politicians
With Words And NO ACTIONS.
by: Ontario, Canada Grade 9 Student (2008)
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
On The Passing of the Acclaimed Translator - Muhtar Holland
To God we belong and to Him we will return. I regret to inform you of the passing of our beloved brother, and acclaimed translator, Muhtar Holland. Many of you have been touched in some form or another by the works Muhtar has translated. From Imam Ghazali's "Duites of brotherhood" and "Inner Dimensions of Islamic Worship" to the works of Shaykh Abdul Qadir al Jilani, Muhtar has connected us with the great luminaries of the past shaping our spiritual lives for years to come. .....
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http://www.almadinainstitute.org/news/on-the-passing-of-acclaimed-translator-muhtar-holland/
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http://www.almadinainstitute.org/news/on-the-passing-of-acclaimed-translator-muhtar-holland/
Monday, November 1, 2010
Sick Leave as National Policy
Trying to Live Without It in the US
Sick Leave as National Policy
By DAVID MACARAY
In addition to the 163 countries that guarantee employees paid sick leave, here are some social service/public health statistics (provided by the Institute for Health and Social Policy) that should make Americans blush:
177 nations guarantee paid leave for new mothers; the U.S. does not.
74 nations guarantee paid leave for new fathers; the U.S. does not.
132 nations guarantee breastfeeding breaks at work; the U.S. does not.
48 nations guarantee paid time off to care for children’s health issues; the U.S. does not.
41 nations provide leave that can be used for child education needs; the U.S. does not.
33 nations provide paid leave to care for adult family members; the U.S. does not.
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