بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

السلام عليكم

I noticed I haven’t been journaling for a long time.

Like, years.

I have blamed it on the blog because there is a huge difference when you are writing in your own private diary.

I had to suffer the trauma of learning that this privacy had been violated by one of my parents when I was a teenager and it has affected my journaling ever since.

Recently I began again.

Focusing on daily accomplishments just to give me a jumpstart into writing.

So, during the course of my day, I think very deeply – philosophically deep.

I suffered a very traumatic homelife where on the outside it appeared as though I were a very lucky member of the perfect family.

So much of my childhood I had blocked out that in my mid-twenties I suffered the first of many psychotic breakdowns.

Nevertheless, I am here.

One portion of my childhood that I blocked was when in second grade I had to endure a teacher who was also my mother.

All I recall was on the first day, walking up to the teacher’s desk and saying “Mommy?”

One of my classmates told me she killed me.

This was at west angeles church of god in christ christian academy.

The school is no longer in operation, however the pastor became a bishop in the denomination.

I have since learned that the founder of the church of god in christ, charles mason, was a voodoo priest.

So it is very likely that the life left my body after this occurrence.

Being that I have always been younger than my classmates (my mother enrolled me in school a year early 😒) I would tell my peers that I had skipped this grade.

I pray anyone else who had to endure the trauma of a school teacher who was also your parent, (I think about Brandy’s television character…) you have accepted your own and are living a happy productive and peaceful MUSLIM life.

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

الرمضان مبرك

الحمد لله

السلام علايكم و الرحمت الله و البركت الله و التحيتم