An Afternoon of Hope Tea Party

Pakistan is an amazing and complex country and a country of extremes. It boasts some of the highest and most beautiful mountain ranges; invites one in to incredible and gracious hospitality; arguably has the best food in the world and, with all that, has some tremendously difficult situations for women.

So it was early on in life that I met women with tremendous disadvantages, many in situations that seemed hopeless. It was before I turned 20, while volunteering at a women’s and children’s hospital in Shikarpur, Sindh, that I first met a woman who had a fistula. By definition a fistula is “a medical condition brought about by obstructed labor and/or trauma leaving a woman with incontinence,” The resulting symptoms are that the woman constantly smells like urine and can never get clean. But that is just the medical definition. The practical definition is loss of family, isolation, being seen as a pariah, and relegated to a cursed position in areas of the world where being a woman brings challenges from the first days of life. Fistulas are indescribably awful for the woman who has one.

”These are the women most to be pitied in the world,” said Dr. Hamlin. ”They’re alone in the world, ashamed of their injuries. For lepers, or AIDS victims, there are organizations that help. But nobody knows about these women or helps them.” (Alone And Ashamed, by Nicholas D. Kristof, Published: May 16, 2003)

Consider these sobering statistics about fistula:

It is estimated that 90% of fistula patients consider suicide as a solution. (Kristof and WuDunn, Half the Sky)

According to the World Health Organization, an estimated 2-5 million women have fistula worldwide.

The World Health Organization estimates as many as 50,000 — 100,000 new cases of fistula each year, yet the global treatment capacity is less than 20,000 cases a year. (Hope for Our Sisters)

The treatment is a surgery that has a 90% success rate if there are no complications and with complications the rate is still fairly high at 60%. It is not an exaggeration to say that the treatment saves lives. In a world where these women have been cast out like garbage, alienated and isolated, this surgery brings a hope that radiates through their world, forever changing their future.

“Nothing can equal the gratitude of the woman who, wearied by constant pain and desperate with the realisation that her very presence is an offence to others, finds suddenly that life has been given anew and that she has again become a citizen of the world,” Professor Chassar Moir. (Hamlin and Little, The Hospital By The River)

So why on a Saturday am I bringing up this serious topic? Because today at 1pm eastern time my niece, Christi-Lynn, a nurse and woman who is passionate about women’s health worldwide, is holding a special tea to raise money so that one woman can receive this surgery. The cost of surgery is $450.00. That’s the equivalent of 2 months worth of cell phone service for a family of five. It’s nothing. A tiny dent in a budget – and it changes a life. I have only raised awareness for causes a couple of times, but I believe that those who read Communicating Across Boundaries have a unique love for the world, and for women. So even though you can’t attend – if you can give to the tea party “An Afternoon of Hope” to raise money and awareness of the problem of fistula’s for women around the world, please contact me at communicatingblog@gmail.com.

Blogger’s Note: The organization that my niece is working with is called Hope For Our Sisters: Changing the Lives of Women One Woman at a Time. Much of the information on this post was gleaned from their excellent site. Follow the link for more information including articles as well as information on how you can host a tea. One of my good friends, Judy Long, uses her talent as a photographer to create cards to sell with all proceeds going towards Hope for Our Sisters.

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Repost: For the Love of Girls

Only Girl Amongst Boys

I wrote this in honor of Mother’s Day – but it resonates on every day. Women world-wide need to know their worth. How can those of us with more do something for those with less? What part are we called to play in changing the landscape for girls and women?

I have always loved being a girl. Growing up with 5 boys never made me want to be a boy. It’s not that I didn’t like them! I loved boys, initially making the outward proclamation that they were gross and had cooties, moving on to liking them as friends. Then they became interesting and attractive, fun to think about as I dreamily wrote my name linked with a Boys across my notebooks.  I went on to marry, and then raise boys, 2 are now adults and one is a 15-year-old. And I love them. Despite the heart breaks and frustration with the obvious differences in cognitive functions, I love boys – but I have never wanted to be one.  I loved being a girl.

Being a girl was an honored place in my family. Born after 3 boys, I broke statistics and was emotionally spoiled from my first breath. Even at the most awkward of stages I thought I was a princess. My best friend in Pakistan, Nancy, was also the only girl in her family. She was dark-haired and beautiful and I imagined us both as exotic princesses. We would be swept away by handsome princes who resembled George Harrison from the Beatles. That was my innocent world for a while.

Then I became 13. I was living in Pakistan as a middle schooler when an awareness flooded over me that life could be brutally unfair to girls. At 13, I suddenly realized had I been a poor Pakistani or Afghan girl my choices and path in life would be different. I thought about being 13 and being married to a 40-year-old, taking the place as second wife, place and identity precarious until that first male child was born. I don’t know how, but it washed over me like water one day and has become a question throughout my life. Why me here? Why them there?

13 was my moment of truth and realization that everyone born a girl is not so blessed as I. Everyone born a girl doesn’t feel it’s all about princess privilege. Millions of girls world-wide will never know what it’s like to love being a girl and move on to love being a woman.  From birth to death and covering all areas in between like education, childbirth, jobs, literacy, even until death there are opportunities lost and tragedies made for so many girls across the globe.

But it doesn’t have to look this way. The picture can change and it can change even with a little action on our parts for the love of girls. In the book Half the Sky by Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl Wudunn a case is made that the “best way to fight poverty and extremism is to educate and empower women and girls”.   I read the book last summer, not wanting it to end because of its conviction and call to action. I am impressed that it is fair and practical. Love of girls doesn’t have to be about politics, and it doesn’t have to be about difference. It can be all about girls. Through the organization Half the Sky there are concrete ways to get involved and get others involved.  The agenda on the website is clear and I guarantee, no matter what your politics, there will be an organization that you can believe in and support – whether it be with time, finances, or spreading the word through networking.

So in honor of Mother’s Day this weekend – for the love of Girls who turn into Women – Girls with gifts, potential, personality, and strength; Girls that “hold up half the sky” I write this as a result of my journey to care.

So let us be clear up front: We hope to recruit you to join an incipient movement to emancipate women and fight global poverty by unlocking women’s power as economic catalysts. It is a process that transforms bubbly teenage girls from brothel slaves into successful businesswomen. You can help accelerate change if you’ll just open your heart and join in.” From Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity Worldwide

Take a look at this video clip from the Global Campaign for Education: 

Dedicated to my two girls – Annie and Stefanie. You are beautiful, amazing, strong and gifted. Thank you for who you are. Also to my mom for teaching me that being a girl is great.

Bloggers Note: Half the Sky comes from a quote by Mao Tse -Tung “Women hold up half the sky”. This quote was the inspiration for the title of Kristof and Wudunn’s book. 

For the Love of Girls

Only Girl Amongst Boys

I have always loved being a girl. Growing up with 5 boys never made me want to be a boy. It’s not that I didn’t like them! I loved boys, initially making the outward proclamation that they were gross and had cooties, moving on to liking them as friends. Then they became interesting and attractive, fun to think about as I dreamily wrote my name linked with a Boys across my notebooks.  I went on to marry, and then raise boys, 2 are now adults and one is a 15-year-old. And I love them. Despite the heart breaks and frustration with the obvious differences in cognitive functions, I love boys – but I have never wanted to be one.  I loved being a girl.

Being a girl was an honored place in my family. Born after 3 boys, I broke statistics and was emotionally spoiled from my first breath. Even at the most awkward of stages I thought I was a princess. My best friend in Pakistan, Nancy, was also the only girl in her family. She was dark-haired and beautiful and I imagined us both as exotic princesses. We would be swept away by handsome princes who resembled George Harrison from the Beatles. That was my innocent world for a while.

Then I became 13. I was living in Pakistan as a middle schooler when an awareness flooded over me that life could be brutally unfair to girls. At 13, I suddenly realized had I been a poor Pakistani or Afghan girl my choices and path in life would be different. I thought about being 13 and being married to a 40-year-old, taking the place as second wife, place and identity precarious until that first male child was born. I don’t know how, but it washed over me like water one day and has become a question throughout my life. Why me here? Why them there?

13 was my moment of truth and realization that everyone born a girl is not so blessed as I. Everyone born a girl doesn’t feel it’s all about princess privilege. Millions of girls world-wide will never know what it’s like to love being a girl and move on to love being a woman.  From birth to death and covering all areas in between like education, childbirth, jobs, literacy, even until death there are opportunities lost and tragedies made for so many girls across the globe.

But it doesn’t have to look this way. The picture can change and it can change even with a little action on our parts for the love of girls. In the book Half the Sky by Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl Wudunn a case is made that the “best way to fight poverty and extremism is to educate and empower women and girls”.   I read the book last summer, not wanting it to end because of its conviction and call to action. I am impressed that it is fair and practical. Love of girls doesn’t have to be about politics, and it doesn’t have to be about difference. It can be all about girls. Through the organization Half the Sky there are concrete ways to get involved and get others involved.  The agenda on the website is clear and I guarantee, no matter what your politics, there will be an organization that you can believe in and support – whether it be with time, finances, or spreading the word through networking.

So in honor of Mother’s Day this weekend – for the love of Girls who turn into Women – Girls with gifts, potential, personality, and strength; Girls that “hold up half the sky” I write this as a result of my journey to care.

So let us be clear up front: We hope to recruit you to join an incipient movement to emancipate women and fight global poverty by unlocking women’s power as economic catalysts. It is a process that transforms bubbly teenage girls from brothel slaves into successful businesswomen. You can help accelerate change if you’ll just open your heart and join in.” From Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity Worldwide

Take a look at this video clip from the Global Campaign for Education: 

Dedicated to my two girls – Annie and Stefanie. You are beautiful, amazing, strong and gifted. Thank you for who you are. Also to my mom for teaching me that being a girl is great.

Bloggers Note: Half the Sky comes from a quote by Mao Tse -Tung “Women hold up half the sky”. This quote was the inspiration for the title of Kristof and Wudunn’s book. 

From ‘Why’ to ‘How’

Nicholas Kristof put out a blog post yesterday that had me shaking and produced a visceral response of nausea from deep within my body. The post was a story of an 14-year-old girl from a small village in Bangladesh who died from a public beating administered to her after she was raped by an older man in the  community. The story is horrific and gut wrenching and the outrage I felt was immediate.

I posted it on my Facebook page and found equal outrage and dismay. But the question one of my friends asked is worth posting: “We can only cry out for God’s Kingdom to come. Soon. Until then how can/should we bring God’s mercy, healing, and justice?”

It was an important reminder to me. I was paralyzed in my response, but after stating the prayer of his heart, he asked the right question.  The one that I needed to challenge me to rise from my spectator viewpoint and think and pray the “How” prayer instead of the “Why” prayer. How can I be a channel for justice and mercy? How should I search and know truth in order to respond?

It was in this mindset that I went to a book that I have referenced in the past, A Faith and Culture Devotional,  I went to a chapter that I have read many times called “Theodicy”. The definition of the word is necessary to fully understand the chapters point.

the.od.i.cy – noun a vindication of the divine attributes, particularly holiness and justice, in establishing or allowing the existence of physical and moral evil.

The 2-page devotional is part of an interview between Lee Strobel and Peter Kreeft and though every sentence is worth quoting, I was struck by the truth of the first illustration. Peter Kreeft is describing a cartoon on the door fo his office. He says this “On my door is a cartoon of two turtles. One says ‘Sometimes I’d like to ask why he allows poverty, famine, and injustice when he could just do something about it.’ The other turtle says ‘I’m afraid God might ask me the same question’.” Why this gave me comfort may seem strange, but it gave me comfort the way my friends response on Facebook did – it was a challenge to my actions and awareness, a reminder that sometimes when I ask ‘Why’, I may want to change the question to ‘How’.

Bloggers Note: A Faith & Culture Devotional is available at Amazon – it is a dynamic set of short essays with probing questions to help people work through some of the issues of our day.

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Courage in Conflict

“The hardest thing for us journalists to convey about the democracy movement sweeping the Middle East, from Libya to Iran, is the sheer courage on display” Nicholas D. Kristof status update on Facebook.

I have heard this from so many people who are on site in the countries where protests are taking place. My daughter, Annie writes on violence and martyrdom in her post from 2 days ago in  Some Thoughts Re: Humans & Violence & Uprising; another woman says this “They showed a video – the faces of the young people who were martyred in Tahrir.  We were weeping, praying for comfort for the families, and praying for the movement to continue.”

Still another person, potentially on the opposite side of the uprising says this: “Putting politics and Israel aside, the most impressive part of the events in Cairo was the fearlessness and courage of the protesting Egyptians.”*

Nicholas Kristof’s column yesterday “Watching Protesters Risk it All” is a passionate op-ed piece on what he has witnessed across the Middle East. His opening words voice the challenge of a journalist trying to articulate, as is their job, the scene through language that challenges us to come into, not stay detached from a situation. He goes on to say“But there’s one central element that we can’t even begin to capture: the raw courage of men and women — some of them just teenagers — who risk torture, beatings and even death because they want freedoms that we take for granted.”

Personally, it forces me into serious thought around courage in the face of attack, whether the attack be physical, verbal or written. Do I have what it takes to stand for what I believe, regardless of the outcome? I’m not sure I do and that is, and should be, troubling to me. Being a major people-pleaser, I tend to back off in the face of confrontation and conflict, only to regret that I was not bolder in using my words to voice my beliefs and opinion.

As an amateur blogger, with my limited words and voice, I urge you to think about these quotes, watch these videos, and no matter what your politics, think about courage in standing up for what you believe to be right and true.

Bloggers Note: The You Tube video linked above is a beautiful tribute – if you watch it and think it worthwhile, please pass on the link! Photo courtesy of Sarah Carr .

*http://www.jewishjournal.com/opinion/article/courage_in_cairo_reflecting_on_jewish_martyrs_and_heroes_20110215/

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