Goodbye 2017, hello 2018

First post of 2018

Jumping the crevasse from 2017 to 2018. Start of a New Year 2018

Making the leap into 2018

The year in review

This will be a short post. Nothing earth-shattering in this post except to say that 2017 has been quite a year. As a Muslim immigrant woman of colour it was an emotionally disturbing, frustrating and stressful year, and continues to be.

I have learned many things about people, attitudes and the political system in America. To be sure I feel much wiser than I did before, in the vein of "the scales have fallen from my eyes."

There has been so much human suffering from natural disasters and mass shootings; war; international tensions; weather extremes and increasing schisms in American society and worldwide. I am very glad to leave 2017 behind and I worry about what I am leaving for the children of the world.

What will 2018 bring?

I don't make New Year's resolutions, at best I may have an idea of big swathes of what I would like to accomplish but usually nothing specific. This year, I could not bring myself to even do that.

I hope and pray for peace in this world and I plan to do my part. We have one life, one Earth and we are all in it together.

What are your hopes for 2018?

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