April 5th, 2008



Of my daughter's conversion to Islam is one of the more difficult things in my life, one of the reasons I don't post here much anymore, one of the reasons I have to work hard to be happy. 

I am not a fan of religion, agreeing  with Karl Marx that  "religion is the opiate of the masses", and consider it to be mostly useful for control.  But, I am accepting after months of tears, arguments, and downright nasty fighting that this is the path she has chosen and I am finding acceptance.

I am grateful that spring is finally showing just a wee bit around here.
I appreciate the support of my husband and love it when he does dishes.
I am happy that my daughter feels more at peace and more connected.
I appreciate myself for letting go of this situation and moving on.