Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Monday, February 9, 2015

Bonding through baldness..."it's just hair"

Yes, really, Bonding through Baldness!  There is some kind of humor in every situation and my daughter Eva and I are the type of people who always try and find that humor.  Even with that being so,before writing this blog I talked to my daughter and let her know that I was going to share this experience just to make sure she was comfortable with it and she is.  

They say that "necessity is the mother of invention", or something like that.  I don't know who "they" are but I think that "they" could be on to something.  About seven or eight years ago when I had less children and more energy I would dabble in making my own skin products; creams, shampoos, soaps, and the like.  At the time I had just begun having these really weird rashes and my skin couldn't take the use of most commercial products on the market.  Several years later I found out that the rashes were caused by Lupus. I was diagnosed with Systemic Lupus Erythematosus (SLE), commonly known as Lupus, a chronic, autoimmune disease that can damage any part of the body (skin, joints, and/or organs inside the body). This diagnosis caused me to become more conscious of the products that I use and the ingredients in those product.  But to tell the truth just because I became more conscious of what products I used doesn't mean that I changed much, it just means that I thought about it more often.  

I didn't make any real changes until about 4 months ago when my 11 year-old daughter came to me and showed me her head and I was devastated by what I saw.  My daughter had 4 large bald spots in her head, she had worn braids during the summer that damaged her scalp and she developed traction alopecia.  When she went for her yearly physical a week later we had her doctor look at the spots and he prescribed a pill, a shampoo, and a cream but he wasn't sure that the hair would grow back.  I'm not a huge fan of pills but I also wanted my daughter to get better.  Eva is generally level headed but her scalp was damaged and I had no idea how long it would take for the hair to grow back.  I gave my daughter the medication that the doctor prescribed and the next day she had a horrible migraine with vomiting and the whole nine, which caused her to leave school early.  I decided at that moment it was up to me to help my daughter's scalp heal and grow her hair back.  Luckily I save all of my old notebooks and I found some of my old skin and hair care recipes.  I combined a hair and skin cream recipe with a beard growth conditioner to make an all natural hair growth and conditioning cream. 

I started treating Eva's hair and scalp by keeping them as healthy as possible.  As a mother there is so much fulfillment in being able to pass knowledge to your daughter, that is how we live on, through the information and skills that we share.  I would walk Eva through every step and have her assist me when I made products so that she will always know how to keep her hair healthy.  I washed her hair at least once a week with an apple cider vinegar conditioner, used a homemade hair tea every other week and used the hair growth and conditioning cream daily on the hair and scalp as needed. I styled her hair in protective styles only.  Eva wore mostly braid and twist outs that had to be strategically styled to cover the bald spots. Within two weeks we could already see results and after three months her scalp was healed and the hair had grown back in all of the spots.  

I trust my daughter's doctor and I truly believe that he is good at what he does.  With that being said I am glad we decided not to use the medication.  Using natural methods helped me to trust my abilities and I was able to show my daughter how  alternative medicine can be used successfully and that healing doesn't have to come from a pill.

I also unexpectedly learned a great deal about my daughter through this experience.  My daughter is more resilient, self-confident and fearless than I could have ever hoped for.  I know that kids can be cruel so I did my best to conceal the hair loss, which was hard in the beginning.  Eva never let it bother her, if someone happened to ask about the hair loss she would give them a matter of fact response, she owned it.  She would always be polite but she was never embarrassed or intimidated by the questions.  Classmates would also ask her why she didn't just wear weave, and she would respond by asking them why they were concerned with HER hair.  When we would discuss it I would always tell my daughter "it's just hair, it will grow back" and that is the attitude that she embodied through it all.  At such a young age she understands that she is so much more than her hair and she is comfortable in her own skin.  I don't care if she loses all of her hair, I just hope that she never loses that understanding...




Left October 2014/ Right January 2015

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Fighting for Eve's Innocence

My new book of poetry entitled "Fighting for Eve's Innocence" has been finished for over a year.  The book has been patiently waiting for me to be ready,  waiting for me to be still enough to give it the love and attention that it deserves...and I am almost there!  "Fighting for Eve's Innocence" is about being holistically woman to the best of my understanding.  The title represents the battle that women around the world fight daily.  It represents a battle that transcends race, class, educational level, income, religion, political affiliation and sexual orientation.  A battle to live outside of boxes built to imprison us, and color outside the lines drawn in order for us to paint "pretty pictures".  We as women have been the scapegoats of society, bearing the weight and responsibility of all the wrongs of the world while being denied the praise and benefits of what goes right.  This book is an acceptance of dualities, this is my manifesto for the mothers of mankind...they say the pen is mightier than the sword...so this book is me bearing arms!!!  Be on the lookout!!!

Thursday, April 10, 2014

National Poetry Month Poetry Challenge 1 of 30...yeah i'm late, poets are always late!

National Poetry Month is on of my favorite times of year!!!  Mostly because it is in April and I love spring...but I love poetry as well.  It is always fun to see all of the "poetry challenge" posts on social media sites along with all of the awesome poetry events that go on during this month.  I love the poetry challenge but being a mother of five it is hard for me to make any commitment past taking a shower and brushing my teeth on a daily basis!  So I am going to humbly attempt to write 30 poems in 30 days, even though I am a spur of the moment, middle of the night, while i'm driving with no pen or paper in sight type of writers.  I am already 10 days late and playing catch up, so these 30 poems in 30 days may never come to fruition...and if not, oh well, it could be worse!!!

Epilogue of Clementine

Life Actually
Rhapsody wrapped in beautiful tragedy
Causality of my own calamities
Clementine
Coal miners daughter
Got to close to the water, mesmerized by my own reflection
I got carried away
Hopefully one day
School children will sing songs of my demise disguised by innocence
Death is so poetic when paired with the right melody
Sing the song of my transition in a key of transparency
Let them see me for what I really was
Am
Always will be
A girl who teeters near the fringes
Fear of falling is not a strong enough deterrent
The rumble of the current sounds like the ancestors speaking in drums
The whispers of the waves call me to wade in the brine
The divine is not sublime here
It is in your face
Up close and personal invading personal space
Bold and thrilling
Fulfilling private prophecies
Weaving me into the tapestry of God’s property
I am not lost and gone forever
And I never will be
I am music
I am memory
I am mystery
I am free


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

SpitFire Poetry/Nacho Pizza/ East Lansing

Performing always gives me a rush!  I love being on stage just as much as I love writing. But between juggling 5 kids, writing and managing a household I am often times too exhausted to doll myself up to get on stage!  By the remote chance that I have energy to perform who has the time or free brain cells to memorize poetry along side keeping track of dentist appointments and oil changes?

So tonight was a treat for me!

Tonight I was the feature poet at SpitFire Poetry in East Lansing, hosted by Logic and Ethereal at a cozy art gallery, Metrospace.  The show was great, tons of positive energy, wonderful poetry and an amazing pizza spot next door called Georgio's, which served a delicious nacho pizza (East Lansing has so many cool spots to get good food), truly one of the highlights of my night. Not only was I given the opportunity to present my work, but I was also blessed with the ability to experience new artists, network and build with creative minds. Thanks to the hosts for inviting me and displaying such genuine hospitality and my sincerest appreciation to all the supporters who came out to the show, the crowd was full off love and that alone makes what I do worth it!

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Motherhood

Being a mother means sharing your body
Your food
Your money
Your sleep
Your bed
Your laughs
Your tears
Your time
Your spirit
And your love
Endlessly
Openly
Willingly
Selflessly...

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Oceans vs. Puddles

She searches for sea shells by the sea shore
she searches for crack rocks by the garbage can but saying that she searches for sea shells by the sea shore sounds so much better
it metaphorically mimics how she scrapes the pavement for any remnants of her dignity,
fingertips calloused and burned from searching for heaven in hell's playground
the street between us serves as an abysmal divide causing me to forget compassion and her to forget pride
our lives leisurely collide
and it crosses my mind
"we're probably way too much alike to like each other"
me as indulgent and her as judgemental
her situation doesnt show me what she has been through, but it shows me that she got stuck,
her rut became her only stability
i pretend that her curses and murmurs are prayers
the whispers and stares dont bother her
the only cares in her world are how to numb the feelings
i want her to hold on and she wants me to let go because i will never understand her struggle
in the scope of my world her oceans may always appear puddles
©Amber Hasan 2013

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Death at a funeral

When I die
tell my daughters to wash my
body
Shroud me in white linen
Tell them to pay attention to the details of death
Encourage them to live while alive
Can't come back from the final rest
No greater theft than someone stealing your time
You are defined by how you spend your moments
Existence is a miracle
Make it marvelous
Breathtaking even
Choose happy
That is the greatest truth my pappy ever told me
The evolution of my mother showed me to live boldly and wholly
Don't let pain hold me
Cander isn't always healing
God's grace is evident in every gander
Nothing grander than it's grandeur
Gifts abundant and glorious if you view them as such
Waking up
My Children's touch
The blush of sun rays at Maghrib
Signifying the end to another day
No mourning for the morning
Our light must set someday
© Amber Hasan 2013

Thoughts on the train ride home from Chicago

Beautiful moments of still

Seeing my own reflection in the world seals my connection to everything...and nothing

It could all disappear in an instant

Stop and smell the flowers

Pass the hours with those who make you smile,
compile your memories
but don't let them enslave you,
Nothing on this earth
can save you from meeting death,
So live without fear
...Without Ego
...Without regret

© Amber Hasan 2013