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Update on Dad

He’s still in ICU but breathing much better. Judy says he looks better today. She doesn’t know when they’ll move him out of ICU. They took him off the morphine (last time he saw bugs, he doesn’t do well with morphine) and have him on something else. Sounds like he’s making progress.

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Book suggestion

Got this from Jen:

“At no stage in my years of study had I been taught how to deal with 8-year-old victims of gang rape in a rural clinic without enough sutures to go around.”
– Dr. Halima Bashir, a young Darfuri woman whom the Sudanese authorities have tried to silence by beatings and gang-rape, writing in her memoir “Tears of the Desert,” which will shortly be published in the United States, at considerable risk to herself. One day she gave an interview in which she hinted that the Darfur reality was more complicated than the Sudanese government version. The authorities detained her, threatened her, warned her to keep silent and transferred her to a remote clinic where there were no journalists around to interview her, she recalls in the book, as cited by New York Times columnist Nicholas D. Kristof. Then the janjaweed attacked a girls’ school near Halima’s new clinic and raped dozens of the girls, aged 7 to 13. The first patient Halima tended to was 8 years old. Her face was bashed in and her insides torn apart. The girl was emitting a haunting sound: “a keening, empty wail kept coming from somewhere deep within her throat – over and over again.”
 

ABOUT THIS BOOK

Like the single white eyelash that graces her row of dark lashes–seen by her people as a mark of good fortune–Halima Bashir’s story stands out. Tears of the Desert is the first memoir ever written by a woman caught up in the war in Darfur. It is a survivor’s tale of a conflicted country, a resilient people, and the uncompromising spirit of a young woman who refused to be silenced.

Born into the Zaghawa tribe in the Sudanese desert, Halima was doted on by her father, a cattle herder, and kept in line by her formidable grandmother. A politically astute man, Halima’s father saw to it that his daughter received a good education away from their rural surroundings. Halima excelled in her studies and exams, surpassing even the privileged Arab girls who looked down their noses at the black Africans. With her love of learning and her father’s support, Halima went on to study medicine, and at twenty-four became her village’s first formal doctor.

Yet not even the symbol of good luck that dotted her eye could protect her from the encroaching conflict that would consume her land. Janjaweed Arab militias started savagely assaulting the Zaghawa, often with the backing of the Sudanese military. Then, in early 2004, the Janjaweed attacked Bashir’s village and surrounding areas, raping forty-two schoolgirls and their teachers. Bashir, who treated the traumatized victims, some as young as eight years old, could no longer remain quiet. But breaking her silence ignited a horrifying turn of events.

In this harrowing and heartbreaking account, Halima Bashir sheds light on the hundreds of thousands of innocent lives being eradicated by what is fast becoming one of the most terrifying genocides of the twenty-first century. Raw and riveting, Tears of the Desert is more than just a memoir–it is Halima Bashir’s global call to action.

About the Author

Halima Bashir lives with her husband and son in England, where she continues to speak out about the violence in Sudan. 

Damien Lewis has spent the last twenty years reporting from war zones in Africa, with a particular focus and expertise in Sudan. His reporting from Darfur won the BBC One World Award. He is the internationally bestselling co-author of Slave, winner of the Index on Censorship Book Award.

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Whimsical Weekend

This looked fun. Go here to see more.

Spender or saver? Frustrated saver, I do review the list of necessities, but I still have a suspicion we’re spenders

What is your favorite type of ethnic food? Which dish? I really like Indian food. I love cheese and sourcream so most Mexican dishes are good too!

Guest or host? I am a very good guest. (Although, I usually find I enjoyed being hostess more than I expected.)

Are you still friends with anyone from high school? Elementary school? Yes! Luckily one of my high school friends was also in elementary school with me so yes to both. There are 4 or 5 of us in the area and we even get together once a year.

Have you ever been in the audience for the taping of a TV show? What show would you like to see live? We sat in on a Letterman once when we lived in Brooklyn. Funny, and very different to see it from that angle.

Do you save cards and letters from your spouse? What about from friends or old boyfriends? I keep lots of stuff. I have one box that I keep everything in and then when it’s full I label it and start another box. Once a year or so I’ll go back through and relive the memories.

What is your favorite fall activity? The Maize Maze with the nephews.

When you were growing up, did your family eat dinner together or whenever you had time? What do you do with your family now? Growing up we all ate dinner together just about every single night. We don’t do that here (subject for an entire post I think) with all the stuff going on. Maybe next year when I finish my own classes and don’t have study group at night.

You have just inherited a vacation home. Where do you want it to be? I would say Tuscany, but the airfare would get me. If we stay within traveling distance, the mountains of NC would be just fine!

“Brevity is the soul of lingerie.” ~ Dorothy Parker Do you like to wear sexy lingerie? Nah, I won’t spent the money on any that fits real well. And there have been no complaints.

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Isn’t it funny…

Isn’t it funny how you don’t know the surge protector doesn’t work until you have a surge?

Isn’t it funny when your surge protector doesn’t work on the laptop with no battery?

The good news is that I have become a frequent saver so nothing was lost (or I’ve forgotten what it was) so it is, almost, funny.

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