Monday, October 18, 2010

Amineh Ayyad Reporting on the Intercultural and Intergenerational Community Storytelling Festival in Seattle

Transforming the former Chinese Boys detention dormitory at the decommissioned Immigration and Naturalization Services (INS) building created a new space to share profound experiences by local immigrants and refugees and for the diverse communities of the State of Washington to come together and know one another through traditional stories, adapted tales and personal narratives and legacies. Over 30 storytellers and community leaders and members and children told stories, and about 400 attended the festival.  We would like to extend our deepest gratitude to all of our storytellers, volunteers, co-sponsors and children who made the storytelling festival possible and a huge success!  Special thanks to Sam Farazaino, Principal at Inscape for inviting me to participate in Passages (the kick-off celebration of the building) and for dedicating this historic building for art and cultural programs. Such dedication is indeed the most meaningful for this old federal Immigration and Naturalization Services building. This past weekend, on October 16th and 17th, the INS building was reopened and rechristened as an arts and culture center called Inscape.  

I (Amineh), my family and friends, and many of the festival's storytellers, including Buddhist Reverend Guo Cheen, Mohammad Fani, Sheikh Jamal Rahman and Dieu-Hien Hoang are immigrants who have had direct experiences in this building.  I became an American citizen in this building. This has opened new doors and brought new possibilities into my life, also new challenges.  I have also been an advocate for many immigrants and re-settled refugees who were detained for months in the room where we held the storytelling festival, which used to be the old detention dorm.  

Here is a short article with fabulous Photos from Passages at Inscape and "You Who Stand in the Doorway, Come in" community storytelling festival.

More photo albums:


Rebecca Mabanglo-Mayor tells stories about immigrants from the Philippines


Kelvin Saxton

Dough Banner, Festival Host Amineh Ayyad, Rebecca Mabaanglo-Mayor and Kelvin Saxton
Reverend Steven Greenebaum and Elizabeth Dunham
 
Mohammad Fani shares the story of Camp Brotherhood


Dr. B. J. Prashantham brings his global work in healing trauma and traditional tales from Vellore, India locally



Raja Atallah, Founder of the Arab Center of Washington recalls his experiences at the INS building
Masaru Kibukawa

Rabbi James Louis Mirel brings lessons from the story of Yusuf to the present and speaks about greed and truth

Reverend Guo Cheen on compassion and healing




Compassionist Jon Ramer

Sam Farazaino, Inscape Principal removes the door to the detention dormitory where the festival was held.

Enjoy.  Amineh

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Seattle INSCAPE - Transforming the INS Building!

From the Compassionate Action Network by Jon Ramer. Thank you Jon!

Seattle INSCAPE - Transforming the INS Building!

Greetings Compassionistas!

As we know Seattle has an incredible arts community, and when that community focuses on bringing art to heal and breathe new life into spaces - especially dark ones - it can be amazing. Case in point: this weekend is the opening event of the INSCAPE: History, Arts, Culture. They are transforming the INS (immigration and naturalization services) building on Airport Way into an artist's hub with studios for more than 30 artists as well as visiting artists.

The Compassionate Action Network is cosponsoring the work of Amineh Ayyad and Adapt International. They are producing an Intercultural and Intergenerational Community Storytelling Festival happening as part of the INSCAPE opening event.

The event is happening October 16 and 17th from noon to midnight on Saturday and from noon to 6 PM on Sunday. There is live music on Saturday night starting at 8 PM the bands include The Garage Blasters, Ashcomb, Phase 3, Prince of China.

INSCAPE is Seattle's newest arts and culture hub they are redefining the former INS building with arts, culture, preservation and engagement by exploring the past history and future possibilities of the building.

The thought of honoring the history of this building which was opened in 1930 and transforming the stories it holds into a future together that preserves and engages is an act of compassion. Many people stayed in this building and wished and dreamed to gain access to our country. I encourage you to come down and be a part of this opening and transforming event.

In the words of Amineh:
The festival is curated by Amineh Ayyad as part of Passages event at Inscape, a collective re-visioning and transforming of this historic building into its future role as an arts and culture hub for Seattle's diverse communities.

We are transforming an old detention dorm in the building into a traditional hospitality room representing various cultures around the world. Come and enjoy a traditional storytelling ambiance and have with us a cup of coffee or tea, and listen to and share stories about hospitality, friendship, compassion, perseverance, forgiveness, and the struggles & legacies of immigrants, refugees and other communities in diverse Seattle. Humor, greed, global health and healing are other themes included in the festival.

Our storytellers include Buddhist Reverend Guo Cheen, Muslim Sufi Sheikh Jamal Rahman, SURPRISE storytellers, Compassionist Musician Jon Ramer, elderly, youth, friends, neighbors and strangers.

What a gift it is to live in Seattle!

Claims by Lisa Suhair Majaj

Storytelling and building understanding through poetry. Thank you Lisa.

I am not soft, hennaed hands,
a seduction or coral lips;
not the enticement of jasmine musk
through a tent flap at night;
not a swirl of sequined hips,
a glint of eyes unveiled.
I am neither harem’s promise
nor desire’s fulfillment.

I am not a shapeless peasant
trailing children like flies;
not a second wife, concubine,
kitchen drudge, house slave;
not foul smelling, moth-eaten, primitive,
tent-dweller, grass-eater, rag-wearer.
I am neither a victim
nor an anachronism.

I am not a camel jockey, sand nigger, terrorist,
oil-rich, bloodthirsty, fiendish;
not a pawn of politicians,
not a fanatic seeking violent heaven.
I am neither the mirror of your hatred and fear,
nor the reflection of your pity and scorn.
I have learned the world’s histories,
and mine are among them.
My hands are open and empty:
the weapon you place in them is your own.

I am the woman remembering jasmine,
bougainvillea against chipped white stone.
I am the laboring farmwife
whose cracked hands claim this soil.
I am the writer whose blacked-out words
are bird’s wings, razored and shorn.
I am the lost one returning;
I am the dream, and the stillness,
and the keen of mourning.

I am the wheat stalk, and I am
the olive. I am plowed fields young
with the music of crickets,
I am ancient earth struggling
to bear history’s fruit.
I am the shift of soil
where green thrusts through,
and I am the furrow
embracing the seed again.

I am many rivulets watering
a tree, and I am the tree.
I am opposite banks of a river,
and I am the bridge.
I am light shimmering
off water at night,
and I am the dark sheen
which swallows the moon whole.

I am neither the end of the world
nor the beginning.

Published in Food For Our Grandmothers: Writings by Arab-American and Arab-Canadian Feminists, ed. Joanna Kadi (Boston: South End Press, 1994), and in Miscegenation Blues: Voices of Mixed Race Women ed. Carol Camper; (Toronto: Sister Vision Press, 1994)

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Finding the “Story” in History by Naomi Baltuck

Finding the “Story” in History
by Naomi Baltuck, © 1987

In the dictionary, history is defined as a continuous systematic narrative of past incidents. But it is also defined as a past that is full of important, unusual, or interesting events. Either is valid, but the latter approach to history can excite the mind and touch the heart. History need not be stale and tasteless; why eat bread when we can have cake?

Long before written language, it was the storyteller who passed down the legacies: tribal histories, hero epics, family histories, accounts of great battles. Even today, the best historians are not the ones who can write down the most facts, but the ones who can recognize a good story and breathe life into a page from the past.

Mr. Malamud, my tenth grade American History teacher, was a soft-spoken man in a starched white shirt and a bow tie. On the first day of class, he handed out textbooks, as he was required to do. Then he told us, “What you'll learn from me is the history that they are reluctant to put into the textbooks.” For the rest of the semester, those textbooks gathered dust in our lockers, while Mr. Malamud presented what he called “lectures” from his own research. But he couldn't fool us: we knew they were stories.

Long before it was widely known, at least in the Midwest, where I grew up, I had learned about the Japanese-American internment during WWII. I learned that the Civil War was about much more than abolishing slavery. I learned to see characters in our history as real people, and to evaluate historic events by how they affected the people.

In Mr. Malamud's class, we did not learn by rote. Throughout the semester, we had to choose six topics from a list of highly controversial subjects, do our own research, and make our own interpretations. For instance, was Davy Crockett a great statesman, or a big blowhard, and was there any truth to the rumors that he did not die at the Alamo? We had to decide, and tell how and why we came to our conclusion.

Just as Mr. Malamud taught us to read between the lines, storytellers can do so for their listeners. After all, there is no source of historic information that has not already been interpreted by someone, even if it is just one person looking back at her own childhood. Everyone who tells a story from history is an interpreter of the events that she is relating, if only by choosing that particular story to tell.

Will Durant, author of The History of Civilization, wrote, “Civilization is a stream with banks. The stream is sometimes filled with blood from people killing, stealing, shouting and doing things historians usually record, while on the banks, unnoticed, people build homes, make love, raise children, sing songs, write poetry.

The story of civilization is the story of what happened on the banks. Historians are pessimists because they ignore the banks for the river.”

The work of a good historian will remind us that, no matter how far back we can or cannot trace our family tree, every person on earth today is related to that first little band of humans that wandered and parted, multiplied and became the ancestors of the many diverse peoples that inhabit the world.

Did a toe stubbed on the Appian Way hurt any less than a toe stubbed on a New York sidewalk? Babies must always have loved a lullaby, and tears of sadness or joy must have been just as real to the one who shed them a hundred, or even a thousand years ago. Yet these things that are so much a part of the human experience are the very things which are omitted from the textbooks as trifles.
I have researched and am now telling a program of stories I call “The Land of Our Hearts' Desire.” It is a collection of true stories of the rugged women and men who pioneered the Northwest. This was at once the most exciting and perplexing storytelling project I had ever undertaken.

While searching for the “story” in history, I found many a diamond in the rough. Told in a dull manner, or crowded with unnecessary details, such as extensive genealogies, it would nevertheless shed light on family values, or shatter a widely-accepted misconception, or simply tickle the funnybone. Even while recognizing the potential of a story, I also knew that most listeners would not be willing or able to sift through the layers and digressions to get to the heart of the story.

Also, with the exception of well-documented chapters of our state history, such as the Whitman Massacre or the Sager family tragedy, many stories from history have only one source, often a pioneer's journal entry, or an interview with an aged settler many years after the fact. Yet the story begs to be told.

Native American Chief Black Elk once said, “This they tell, and whether it happened so or not, I do not know, but if you think about it, you will know that is true.”

When polishing up one of these gems for telling, I know that I must remain true to reality and not change critical facts simply to suit my purpose. I keep in mind the social mores of the times, and try not, for instance, to mold a pioneer heroine of the last century into the shape of today's woman, but respect her for who she was and how she coped in her own world.

I read volumes and volumes of books, journals, and articles, until I had enough of a background to begin to see between the lines. I could then put myself into the place of the original tellers and fill in the picture they painted with their words. Details, such as the cold cabin floor on little bare feet, the smell of bacon frying in the pan, the warmth of the family cat on a little girl's lap during a cold night's journey, sharpen the focus of a picture from the past.

When there is no dialogue in an original source, I imagine the actual words that might have been spoken, and create a small exchange between two characters. Sometimes I tell a story in the first person, to make a story feel more immediate.

Most of the pioneers interviewed did not describe the view from their own front porch, as the interviewer was sitting right there on the porch steps and could see for himself. But listeners who have not been there need to know.

I have traveled throughout Washington collecting stories, and visiting local museums. I have admired the autumn colors of Snoqualmie Pass, savored the pungent fragrance of sagebrush in Eastern Washington, and have watched the sun sparkling on the snow in Blewett Pass. I will sometimes use that experience to set the scene for a story, so that listeners can understand the desolation, the harshness, or the richness of a place.

And I always ask myself, “What made this character react as she did? Is this detail cluttering up a story, or does it help paint a better picture? Is this true to the story?”


My story, “The Day the Mountain Fell” is derived from a paragraph or two told by an old woman, about the time an avalanche swept down the mountain and crushed the family cabin. She, her mother, and siblings were buried under the snow for hours. Her narration has little description or emotion, even as she relates how, while they were all trapped, her dying mother calmly instructed them how to carry on when she is gone.

The power of this story is in the narrator's unspoken words. I imagined how this woman might have told the story to a close friend, and then I could almost hear the exchange between the mother and her children as they lay buried in the snow. Realizing, too, that the passage of many decades must have softened the memories, I decided to tell the story in the first person, as a younger woman, instead of fifty years later, and without the reserve the narrator must have felt toward the stranger with a clipboard who was writing down her words. I've added description of the landscape, a little historical background, and simple dialogue to establish more of a feeling for the experience and the characters. It's the same story, but without a little interpretation, artistic license, and a bit of polish, it could easily have been passed over.

Looking back, an old Washington settler once said, “I didn't know those common everyday things would be history.” It is precisely those common everyday things that are the essence of history, the essence of life. It isn't too late. By finding and sharing the “story” in history, we can still honor the hidden heroines and unsung heroes, rescue them from volumes of forgotten boredom, and bring them back to life.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Get to Know One Another on a Heart-to-Heart Level

This article from the YES! Magazine addresses the importance of creating understanding through getting to know others on a heart-to-heart level and without an agenda...  It also tells a Sufi story about the ocean frog visiting its cousin, one of many Sufi stories I like.

Beyond Us and Them

Very often, what we dislike in others is something that we need to acknowledge, heal, integrate, and empower in ourselves.

by

Rabbi Ted Falcon, Pastor Don Mackenzie, and Sheikh Jamal Rahman, known collectively as the "Interfaith Amigos," have been learning and teaching together since 2001. They blog weekly for YES! Magazine

As a relatively recent U.S. citizen, I sometimes despair at the polarization of Democrats and Republicans and the angry vitriol that erupts from this divide. As a Muslim, I tire of the mean-spirited campaigns of fear mongering and hate that religious extremists direct at those with different beliefs. This incessant appeal to the basest elements of our nature—our fear of the Other, our easy refuge in Us vs. Them divides—is disturbing.

Guidance in the Quran

This issue, I realize, is not so much about the Other as it is about me. The issue is a deeply spiritual one, and I look for guidance in the Quran. A verse repeated several times in the Holy Book tells me that God will not change the condition of a people unless they change what is in their hearts. This verse reaffirms the age-old insight, found in all traditions, that a problem cannot be solved at the same level where it was created. We humans can be reconciled only by rising above the issues that divide us, by becoming aware that our disparate personalities and philosophies are actually parts of the same whole. Our sages tell us that such awareness leads to peacemaking—the art of restoring love and compassion to a relationship that has been torn apart through fear and hatred.

Lest we think we are already endowed with awareness, the Quran reminds us, “Of knowledge we have given you but a little” (17:85) and bids us pray, “O God, advance me in knowledge” (20:114). It is telling that the second-most used word in the Quran, after “Allah,” is the word “Ilm,” which means knowledge. To grow in knowledge means, in the words of the Prophet Muhammad, that we move from “knowledge of the tongue to knowledge of the heart.” In this work of expanding awareness, we come face-to-face with our own biases, prejudices, and limitations rather than focusing on those of other people.

Without such awareness we are like the frog who lives in the well, a character in a delightful Sufi teaching story. An ocean frog visited his cousin, who had spent his entire life in the enclosure of a well. The ocean frog tried to give his cousin a sense of the vastness of the ocean, but without success.

“Are you trying to tell me,” the well frog asked, “that this ocean of yours is half the size of this well?”

“More,” said the ocean frog.

“Three-fourths of this well?”

“Even more!” the ocean frog replied.

The well frog refused to believe that the ocean could be larger than the extent of his world, the well. Finally, he was persuaded to visit the ocean, where, upon seeing the enormity of the ocean, he was so overwhelmed that his brain exploded.

In addition to the obvious lesson about the effect of personal and societal conditioning on our worldview, this story also teaches that it may be easier on our psyches to expand our perceptions little by little rather than being overwhelmed by radical, mind-blowing events—9/11, for example. Sufi teachers warn us that without constant work to be aware of the rigidities and narrowness of our own beliefs, we can easily fall prey to an excess of patriotic zeal and religious fervor that does more harm than good. These teachers tell the story of a very patriotic and religious monkey who traveled to distant village ponds to pluck the fish out of water in order to save them from a watery grave!

Get to Know the Other

The Quran lets us in on God’s little secret: “We have created some of you as a trial for others: Will you have patience” (25:20). Meditating on this verse, I have begun to understand that the Glenn Becks, Christian rapturists, Israeli settlers, and Taliban and Al Qaeda members of this world are an invitation for me to grow and expand. In a hadith that anticipates our 21st century understanding of human psychology, the Prophet said, “The faithful are mirrors to each other.” Very often, what we dislike in others is something that we need to acknowledge, heal, integrate, and empower in ourselves.

The Quran says in a number of exquisite verses (e.g., 49:13) that God deliberately created differences and diversity on earth “so that you may know each other.” These are truly prophetic verses. The best way to narrow the gap between oneself and people of other faiths and cultures is to make every effort to get to know them as fellow human beings on a heart-to-heart level without any agenda. Then, no matter what our theological or political differences might be, these no longer loom as a threat. A gateway to collaboration opens up.

Behavior and Being

But what are we to do if someone is adamantly adversarial, even violent, despite our sincerest efforts? The 16th century teacher Kabir offers sage advice: “Do what is right. Protect yourself. Don’t allow yourself to be abused. But please, do not leave the other person’s being out of your heart.” This insight is critical. Every tradition urges us to differentiate between behavior and being. We all may err and even commit evil deeds from time to time, but the essence of every human being is divinely sacred. Even when we are locked in mortal combat with each other, we must remember that we are fighting the antagonism, not the antagonist. Just this awareness, as we speak and act, has the power to shift heaven and earth.

The Quran tells us that in difficult times, when conditions and circumstances in people’s lives cause chronic anger, fear, or hopelessness, “Truly it is not their eyes that are blind, but their hearts”(22:46). We know, from our own reactions, that the human heart responds to force by clenching itself shut. We also know that our closed hearts can’t always hear the sweet voice of reason. Only that which comes from the heart can open another heart. When we, coming from a place of spiritual awareness, make a distinction between another’s behavior and being, we are exercising the power of our heart, and this can open doors. As the Quran says, by God’s Grace, an enemy might become a friend.

Jamal RahmanSheikh Jamal Rahman wrote this article for YES! Magazine, a national, nonprofit media organization that fuses powerful ideas with practical actions. Jamal is co-founder and Muslim Sufi Minister at Interfaith Community Church in Seattle. Originally from Bangladesh, he is a graduate of the University of Oregon and the University of California, Berkeley. His books include The Fragrance of Faith: The Enlightened Heart of Islam and Out of Darkness into Light: Spiritual Guidance in the Quran with Reflections from Jewish and Christian Sources.

Friday, October 8, 2010

"The Next Country Over" Song Rehearsal is Scheduled for October 12

The Next Country Over song rehearsal session will be held on:

Tuesday, October 12 at 6:30-8:30 PM at the  

University Unitarian Church, 6556 35th Ave. NE, Seattle, WA.

Please join us to learn this song and at the community performance on October 16 & 17 at the community storytelling festival.

See you soon. Amineh

A Call for Short Stories for YES! Magazine

YES! Magazine  editors are looking for short stories. They want to hear about your family's traditions, rituals and anything that makes a family healthier and happier, they want to hear about:

"What's one thing your family does that's uniquelt meaningful, memorable, or quirky?"

It could be the story you plant to tell at our upcoming community storytelling festival... check out more details at the link below. Amineh

http://www.yesmagazine.org/forms/reader-comments?utm_source=sepoct10&utm_medium=yesemail&utm_campaign=ReaderQuestion

Monday, October 4, 2010

Healing the Warrior, Healing the Invisible Wounds of War and Violence

This article is from YES! Magazine. It was posted on May 19, 2008.

Heal the Warrior, Heal the Country

Breaking the cycle of war making: our country will not find peace until we take responsibility for our wars. 
by

Guilt, shame, slaughter without purpose, alienation from homeland and life itself—this was the legacy that Günter passed on to his son Walt from his World War II combat service in Hitler’s Wehrmacht. Walt, “the only child born in freedom,” was born in the United States shortly after his parents emigrated here from Germany. Growing up in the Cold War 1950s, Walt longed to be an all-American boy, but was always the Indian to his friends’ cowboys and the “Kraut” to their G.I. Joes.

When he turned 18, Walt enlisted and volunteered for Vietnam. “I wanted to finally be one of the good guys,” Walt said. “Service in the American military in a righteous cause would expunge my family’s past and earn our place in society.” He could not know that, instead, he would return with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), feeling less than ever like “one of the good guys.” 

The Warrior’s Path
Our troops do not enlist because they want to destroy or kill. No matter the political climate, most troops seek to serve traditional warrior values: to protect the country they love, its ideals, and especially their families, communities, and each other. If they must kill or be killed, they need transcendent reasons to do so. Throughout history, the only reason for fighting that has survived moral scrutiny is a direct attack with real, immediate threat to one’s people. PTSD is, in part, the tortured conscience of good people who did their best under conditions that would dehumanize anyone.

Almost all cultures, past and present, have had warriors. They have also had complex stories and rituals to help them recover from combat and guide them through the life cycle. The occurrence of warriors is so universal that depth psychologists understand Warrior to be one of our foundational psycho-spiritual archetypes.

In traditional cultures, boys and men studied a “warrior’s path.” In these societies a warrior was not the same as a soldier; not merely a member of a huge, anonymous military institution used for the violent execution of political ends. Rather, warrior was one of the foundational roles that kept societies whole and strong. Warriors were fundamentally protectors, not destroyers.

People respond to the same call today. Michael, a Marine who served in Afghanistan, proudly declares that at age 18 he was the first in his state to enlist after 9/11. Nick, an army officer who served in Iraq, enlisted because of a lifelong desire “to be like Hector defending the gates of Troy.”

Warriorhood, however, is not so valued or nurtured in modern society. “Warrior” is not even a recognized social class. A veteran, especially one with disabilities, appears to many, and sometimes to him or herself, as a failure in terms of normal civilian identity. Michael fears that, as an experienced combat veteran, the only place on the planet he now fits is in the French Foreign Legion. 

The Echoes of War
War abroad fosters war at home. When we go to war, we inevitably bring its violence and horror back to our homes and streets. We cannot help it.

Rather than feeling that he had restored his family’s honor, Walt spent years ravaged by nightmares, homeless, abusing drugs and alcohol, and sitting with a shotgun in his mouth trying to find the will to end it all. He married and had children, then divorced and neglected his kids. He could not keep a job. He could not come home.
War echoes down the generations. Known or hidden, we all carry the wounds of war. Walt was wounded by his father’s history. His children were wounded by his.

When a veteran has PTSD, his or her entire family and community are inevitably affected. The individual symptoms of PTSD—sleep disturbances, substance abuse, depression, and problems with intimacy, employment and authority—are the same symptoms that are epidemic in our society. When we take a close and unprotected look, we see: We are a nation and a planet of wounded warriors, their offspring, and their neighbors. 

Cleansing the Warrior
War poisons the spirit, and warriors return tainted. This is why, among Native American, Zulu, Buddhist, ancient Israeli, and other traditional cultures, returning warriors were put through significant rituals of purification before re-entering their families and communities. Traditional cultures recognized that unpurified warriors could, in fact, be dangerous. The absence of these rituals in modern society helps explain why suicide, homicide, and other destructive acts are common among veterans.

In Viet Nam Walt had exhumed bodies of enemy dead from mass graves and reburied them. He felt like he had dirtied and damaged his soul. Nick declared that, though he had wished to be a great champion of his people, “all they gave me was this dirty stinking little Iraq War.”

In traditional cultures, warrior cleansing was often guided by shamans, and particular shamans presided over “warrior medicine.” Among his many offices and honors, for example, Sitting Bull served as Medicine Chief of the Hunkpapa Warrior Society, responsible for overseeing the spiritual lives and well-being of the society’s warriors. Sitting Bull considered this to be the most important of all the offices he held.

Walt entered individual and group psychotherapy for combat veterans. It helped to tell his stories, have his feelings and losses confirmed by other vets, and receive honor as part of a brotherhood. But he was in search of more cleansing, blessing, and soul healing than traditional therapy could provide. He eventually partnered with a Native American woman. He studied her culture, and participated in sweat lodges and other traditional rituals. He attended a Pow Wow where he was honored as a returned warrior. He was accepted by the Native community far more than he had been by mainstream America.

I annually lead healing journeys back to Viet Nam, and there, too, vets report feeling more welcomed and honored by their former foes than they have ever felt at home. 

A Double Wound
Sitting Bull and his warriors, and other bands from innumerable traditional cultures, were never plagued with self-doubt about the value of their mission, as many of our soldiers are today. In order to do battle with a whole heart, the danger and threat to one’s home must be real, and the people must experience it as immediate and about to threaten their total existence; there must be no alternative. A people and their warriors must be in unity.

The effect of that unity shows in Nguyen Van Tam, known as Mr. Tiger, a robust, friendly, and serene man of 87 living in Viet Nam’s Mekong Delta. He is a veteran of wars against the Japanese, French, and Americans. Though at war for a quarter century, he has no disturbing symptoms. “We Vietnamese,” he says, “do not have PTSD because we never hated Americans. We only fought to protect our families and homes from invaders.”

When, to the contrary, wars are based on false pretenses, a moral vacuum results. As Martin Luther King Jr. observed, troops then experience “not simply the brutalizing process that goes on in any war,” but also “cynicism to the process of death, for our troops must know after a short time that none of the things we are fighting for are really involved.”

Walt explained, “I didn’t realize until it was too late that I was just like my father—a good man fighting on the wrong side for the wrong cause.” Moral trauma is at the core of PTSD. An idealistic and sincere young soldier discovering that he is in fact fighting for false or distorted political, economic, or historical agendas can experience deeper and more complicated psychic wounds than those traditional warriors experienced.

The severity and extent to which veterans suffer with Post-traumatic Stress Disorder is a direct response to our culture’s blindness about war’s true cost. PTSD is the expression of the anguish, dislocation, and rage of the self as it attempts to cope with its loss of innocence, reformulate a new personal identity and cultural role, and awaken from massive denial. Veterans with PTSD are people whose belief systems have been shattered. 

We can better understand PTSD as an identity disorder and soul wound rather than a stress and anxiety disorder, as it is presently classified. War dehumanizes anyone it touches, but especially a veteran who questions the cause he served.

Most conventional therapies teach healers to avoid talk of morality. But war is inherently a moral enterprise and veterans in search of healing are on a profound moral journey. Healers and communities must walk with them. As a society, we must honor those wounds in ways that recognize their depth and degree of psychic suffering.  

If we are to return war to its proper place as a last defense when absolutely necessary, we must heal the wounds of our soldiers and communities. We cannot achieve peace-making without first achieving true and comprehensive war-healing. 

Lifting the Burden
Warriors in traditional societies served the need for protection, and all that was done was done in the tribe’s name. They had rituals transferring responsibility for actions during warfare from veterans to the entire culture. Ultimately leaders, not ordinary troops, were held responsible for the results of battle and for the deaths that occurred.

Our veterans cannot heal unless society accepts responsibility for its war making. To the veteran, our leaders and people must say, “You did this in our name, because you were subject to our orders, and because we put you in untenable and even atrocity-producing situations. We lift the burden of your actions from you and take it onto our shoulders. We are responsible for you, for what you did, and for the consequences.”

Walt received this acceptance from Native American communities. In my seven trips to Viet Nam, and with every veteran and civilian I have met who has visited Viet Nam since the war, the Vietnamese people have offered such acceptance and forgiveness to any American returning to the country to reconcile. In contrast, since Afghanistan, Michael says, “I still love America, but America does not love me.”

Without this transfer of responsibility, the veteran carries war’s secret grief and guilt for us all. Too many veterans collapse into a silent suffering disability and thus serve as our broken scapegoats while the rest of us proceed with “business as usual.” In contrast, during my healing retreats, veterans tell their stories, civilians speak of their lost loved ones, and everyone shares their damaged values and broken dreams. Finally, our vets enter the center of our circle and civilians pledge to accept responsibility for any harm done in their name and to help carry the veterans’ stories for the rest of their lives. By sharing this burden we become a community united in service to war-healing. 

Healing for All
We wish, as the gospel song says, “to study war no more.” But scholars count over 14,600 wars in the last 5,600 years of recorded history. War is so epidemic in its occurrence, devastating in its impact, and lasting in its aftermath, that we must study it and tend to it and treat it. If we are to return war to its proper place as a last defense when absolutely necessary, we must heal the wounds of our soldiers and communities. We cannot achieve peace-making without first achieving true and comprehensive war-healing.

Walt finally put away his shotgun and quit drinking. He enjoyed a successful relationship with his new partner and was adopted by her tribe and its warrior society. He took up a spiritual path that restored his belief in the goodness of life and order of the universe. He volunteered with more disabled veterans, visiting the infirm at his regional V.A. hospital and helping create annual veteran reunions. Both in therapy and beyond, we created rituals that allowed this soldier to find healing. The Native American and veteran communities helped support and bring this warrior’s wandering spirit home. In turn, Walt became a devoted advocate for other veterans more wounded than he. The disabled veteran became an elder warrior.

But war completed its damage. Only in his 50s, Walt died of Agent Orange-related cancer last year.
We cannot heal from war without involving the entire community and society, and without invoking transpersonal help. We must develop modern rituals that acknowledge the additional wounds caused by war fought for non-defense reasons. Much as we might disagree with a war, our rituals must include purification, public storytelling, and community acceptance of responsibility for what the soldier has done.

These war-healing rituals and practices serve us all. They bring home to us the need to break the cycles of war-making and violence both within the individual soldier and within the society. When we return to our veterans their silenced voices, when we accept our true responsibility as individuals and communities, we will no longer see war as an adventure or a legitimate tool of power politics. Then, perhaps, we may see that all over our country and world, we share the same legacy of war-wounding. When we join together to address those wounds wherever they appear, we will finally “study war no more.”

I asked Walt’s permission to tell his story during our farewell visit in the hospital where he was dying of Agent Orange cancers. He was surprised at first, but finally said, “I was afraid my life was worthless. But please tell my story. Please make it mean something. Maybe it can help some other poor souls avoid my fate.”

Edward Tick wrote this article as part of A Just Foreign Policy, the Summer 2008 issue of YES! Magazine. Edward is author of War and the Soul and three other books. He has worked with veterans for three decades and is director and senior psychotherapist of Soldier’s Heart: Veteran’s Safe Return Initiatives.
www.soldiersheart.net.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

The Power of Healing, Forgiveness and Transformation

And here is another amazing and inspiring TED talk by Emmanuel Jal. Emmanuel was born in war-torn Southern Sudan and grew up as a child soldier. He is one of  the Lost Boys of Sudan.  He struggled to transform his life, survived and rose as a poet, author and an international rap star for peace. I highly recommend that you listen to Emammuel's song no tribalism, nepotism, and racism in my motherlandHe is a re-settled refugee in the United States.  Emmanuel is an example of how a refugee can transform tragedies and sorrow into a journey of hope and inspiration to many.  Here is how his talk begins and I hope you'd watch the video and listen to the rest of Emmanuel's story. 

"I just want to say my name is Emmanuel Jal. And I come from a long way. I've been telling a story that has been so painful for me. It's been a tough journey for me, traveling the world, telling my story in form of a book. And also telling it like now.And also, the easiest one was when I was doing it in form of a music.
So I have branded myself as a war child. I'm doing this because of an old lady in my village now, who have lost her children.There is no newspaper to cover her pain, and what she wants to change in this society. And I'm doing it for a young man who want to create a change and has no way to project his voice because he can't write. Or there is no Internet, like Facebook, MySpace, YouTube, for them to talk.
Also one thing that kept me pushing this story, this painful stories out, the dreams I have. Sometimes is like the voices of the dead, that I have seen would tell me, "Don't give up. Keep on going." Because sometime I feel like stopping and not doing it. Because I didn't know what I was putting myself into."





Here is an interview with Emmanuel on AlJazeera English.




Here is a video where you can see a glimpse of Emmanuel's life in Sudan, and also hear him sing.


 




Saturday, October 2, 2010

"Chimamanda Adichie: The danger of a single story"

Here is another relevant Ted talk about the power of storytelling.  Chimamanda Adichie addresses the issue of stories showing people as "one thing" and her experiences as an immigrant.  Adichie recalls members of her family dying as refugees in Africa due to poverty and lack of health care.  Here are a couple of quotes from Adichie's talk:

  • Stories matter. Many stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of a people. But stories can also repair that broken dignity.
  • Power is the ability not just to tell the story of another person, but to make it the definitive story of that person. The Palestinian poet Mourid Barghouti writes that if you want to dispossess a people, the simplest way to do it is to tell their story, and to start with, "secondly." Start the story with the arrows of the Native Americans, and not with the arrival of the British, and you have and entirely different story. Start the story with the failure of the African state, and not with the colonial creation of the African state, and you have an entirely different story.

Friday, October 1, 2010

The Rectifier, a Historical Muslim Short Story

The Rectifier is a historical short story by Seattle-based storyteller Wahab Alansari. The story takes place during the reign of the caliph Sulayman bin Abdulmalik.  Alansari is the author of the Arabic Dictionary of American Idioms, and An Anthology of Arabic Poetry.  He is one of the participating storytellers.  


The Rectifier 

In the days of the caliph Sulayman bin Abdulmalik there was a man by the name of Khuzayma bin Bishr who was well-known for his gallantry, generosity, and helping others. He was well-off and continued in his ways of being extravagantly generous to others until he ran out of money and he himself needed the help of those whom he used to assist and support. People whom he used to support did support him for a while but then got tired of him. When he felt that his erstwhile friends were no longer in the mood to help him and their support was no longer forthcoming he told his wife who was his cousin, “O, uncle’s daughter, my friends have changed on me, so I have decided to stay home until I die,” upon which he shut his door, started to eat out of whatever was available at home until all food ran out. He then knew not what to do. 

Meanwhile, the governor of Al-Jazeera (in Iraq between the Euphrates and the Tigris) was Ikrima al-Fayyadh. In a gathering at Ikrima’s place with the attendance of some of the folks of the town the name of Khuzayma came up so the governor, Ikrima, asked what was up with Khuzayma. He was told that Khuzayma was in dire straights and that he had shut his door and determined not to leave home. The governor—whose name was Fayyadh (abundance flowing) because he was an abundantly generous person—wondered aloud then, “Khuzayma could not find someone to support and reward him?” But he did not probe further.

When night time came he put four thousand dinars in a bag, ordered that his horse be saddled and left secretly with a lad for an assistant to carry a money bag. He made it to Khuzayma’s door, took the bag from the lad and told him to stand at a distance and walked up to Khuzayma’s door and knocked at it. Khuzayma walked out of the door and Ikrima handed him the bag and said to him “Fix your matters with this.” Ikrima found the bag to be heavy so he put it down and grabbed unto the horse’s bridle and asked, “Who are you may I be your ransom?”
“I would not have come at this late hour if I’d wanted my identity to be recognized,” Ikrima replied. “Then I will not accept this bag unless you tell me who you are.” Khuzayma said. “I am he who rectifies the falls of the noblemen,” replied Ikrima. “Tell me more,” said Khuzayma. “No,” replied Ikrima, and walked away to mount his horse.
Khuzayma walked into the house with the bag and said to his wife, “I have good news, as it looks like God has granted us comfort. Should this bag have money in it then it is a lot of money. Light the lantern.” “We have no way of lighting the lantern,” said she. He began to feel the bag and sensed the roughness of the money.

Meanwhile, Ikrima returned home only to find that his wife had been frantically trying to locate him. When she was told he had ridden his horse alone she became very suspicious and displayed signs of panic and grief (by ripping what she had on and slapping her own face). 

“What has befallen you, cousin?” he said when he saw her in that condition. “It is what you have done to the daughter of your uncle (i.e., herself). Why would the governor of Al-Jazeera leave furtively in the quiet of the night, alone with no servants, without telling his wife, if not to see another wife or a slave-girl?” she said. “God knows I did not leave for either,” said he. “You must then tell me,” she said. “If you keep it to yourself,” he said.
“I will,” she said. So he told her the story as it happened and said, “Would you like me to swear that I am telling the truth?” “No need as my heart has now settled,” she said.

In the morning Khuzayma paid his debtors and fixed himself up then prepared to go see the caliph Sulayman bin Abdulmalik in Palestine. When he came to the door of the caliph, the door-keeper told the caliph who it was who wanted to see him and he was well known for his chivalrous ways, so did the caliph know him. When permission was granted he walked and greeted the caliph. “Why did you wait so long to come to visit, Khuzayma?” said the caliph. “The dreadful situation I was in, O prince of believers,” replied Khuzayma. “Why didn’t you come to us (for help in that case)?” asked the caliph. “I was too weak,” replied Khuzayma. “So who helped you fix your situation finally?” “In the quiet of the night, O prince of believers, someone knocked at my door,” and he proceeded to tell him the whole story.

“Did you recognize who it was?” “By God no, as he was disguised, and he only identified himself as ‘he who rectifies the falls of the noblemen’.” Sulayman bin Abdulmalik in that instant was intrigued and eager to know who this mystery man might have been. “Should we know who this man is we will assist him in his chivalrous ways,” said the caliph. The caliph then decreed that Khuzayma be made the governor of Al-Jazeera and all the territory which was run by Ikrima al-Fayyadh and gave Khuzayma much wealth and commanded him to go to Al-Jazeera. When Khuzayma was close to Al-Jazeera, Ikrima and the folks of the town came out to meet him and they all walked back into the town. Khuzayma moved to the governor’s residence and ordered that the previous governor, Ikrima, be audited. Auditing showed that Ikrima owed the treasury a lot of money which he could not account for. Nor could he pay back any of the money he owed the treasury. So Khuzayma ordered that Ikrima be put in jail and once again asked him to repay the money. “I am not one who keeps money to serve himself. Do whatever you please,” said Ikrima. Ikrima was then shackled in tight iron chains for a whole month and his condition worsened as a result.

Ikrima’s cousin (his wife) was saddened and worried by the turn of the events so she called a maid of hers, one who was wise, and told her go that very moment to the door of the governor and say, “I have advice,” and when you are asked what it is, say, “I will only say it to the governor, Khuzayma,” then request that you two be alone. If he agrees say to him “Is this how you reward he who rectifies the falls of the noblemen? By jailing and shackling him?” When Khuzayma heard the maid he said, “Shame on me! Is ‘he who rectifies the falls of the noblemen’ my antagonist?” “Yes,” said the maid. Right away, Khuzayma ordered that his horse be saddled and rode to meet with the main folks of the town and gathered them. They all walked into the jail and Khuzayma entered and saw Ikrima in the middle of the jail, in bad shape and worn out.

When Ikrima looked up and saw Khuzayma and the town’s folks he was embarrassed so he lowered his gaze. Khuzayma fell on his knees and started to kiss Ikrima’s head. “What brings this about (kissing the head)?” asked Ikrima. “My evil reward to your noble deed,” replied Khuzayma. “May God forgive us all!” Ikrima ordered then that the shackles be removed and be put on his own feet instead. “What is it you are trying to do?” asked Ikrima. “I want to be punished as I have subjected you to punishment.” Ikrima put Khuzayma in the bind of an oath that he would do no such thing*. They all walked out of the jail until they made it to Khuzayma’s residence. Ikrima was going to go away but Khuzayma would not allow him to leave. “What do you want?” asked Ikrima. “I want to fix you up and my shame and embarrassment toward the daughter of your uncle is worse than my shame and embarrassment with you.”

They entered the public bath and Khuzayma ordered that the bath be vacated and he served Ikrima in the bath himself. They left the bath and Khuzayma gave Ikrima a lot of money and garments and walked with him to his house. Khuzayma requested to apologize to the Ikrima’s cousin (and wife) and so he did. Then Khuzayma requested that Ikrima would come with him to see the caliph who was staying in the al-Ramlah at that time and so they all went to the caliph. When the door-keeper told the caliph that Khuzayma wanted audience with him he received the news with a bit of a shock. “The governor of al-Jazeera has comes to see us when he we just appointed very recently. Something grave must be the matter,” the caliph thought to himself. As soon as Khuzayma entered and before he had a chance to greet the caliph, the caliph asked him, “What brings back so soon Khuzayma?” “I found him ‘he who rectifies the falls of the noblemen’ and thought it would please to know who he is as you were eager to know who he was,” said Khuzayma. “Who is he?” “Ikrima al-Fayyadh,” said Khuzayma. Ikrima was allowed in and the caliph greeted him and sat him next to himself and said to him, “your good deed towards him cost you a lot. Write down all that you wish for.” Ikrima was granted all that he wrote down, plus ten thousand dinars and other gifts. He then decreed that Ikrima be made governor of Al-Jazeera, Armenia, Azerbaijan and said to him, “The matter of Khuzayma is up to you. You may dismiss him as a governor of Al-Jazeera or keep him in that position.” “I will keep him,” said Ikrima.

They both served the caliph for the duration of the caliph’s rule.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Community Oral Storytelling Festival at Inscape Seattle

Just wanted to share that I have confirmed my participation at the Passages event at Inscape, former INS building in Seattle.

Passages is a two-day event now instead of four.  I will be participating with a special version of my international community oral storytelling festival project. 

Stay tuned for more information and updates.

Amineh

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Reconciling Divisions with People through Compassion to Self

This article was posted in the YES! Magazine on June 8, 2010.

The Roots of Compassion

To be compassionate toward others, we first have to learn to be merciful with ourselves.

by
Rabbi Ted Falcon, Pastor Don Mackenzie, and Sheikh Jamal Rahman, known collectively as the "Interfaith Amigos," have been learning and teaching together since 2001. They blog weekly for YES! Magazine.


As a young adult I was fascinated by a verse in the Tao Te Ching: “Compassionate towards yourself, you reconcile all beings in the world.” If I desired peace in the world around me, the verse implied, I should start by practicing compassion for myself, thereby unleashing a healing energy that would help reconcile divisions with the people I encountered. Ever since I was first graced with this insight, I have tried to cultivate an awareness that any difficulty I have with another is a reflection of the relationship I have with myself—and, conversely, the more peaceful I am with myself, the more peaceful I am with those around me.

Compassion in Islam

My reverence for that verse in the Tao Te Ching deepened during the course of my studies in Islamic spirituality, as my parents and other teachers emphasized that compassion is the most critical divine attribute we can cultivate in our lives. On this mysterious journey on Earth, the most valuable provision is the understanding and practice of mercy and gentleness for oneself, which results organically in compassion for others.


The Prophet Muhammad said that the heart of the Quran is rooted in the “Basmala,” the formula that opens virtually all of the one hundred fourteen chapters of the Holy Book: “In the name of Allah, Boundlessly Compassionate and Merciful.” When a Bedouin asked the Prophet how the Basmala could be bestowed upon him, the Prophet famously replied: "Have compassion on yourself, and on others, and the Basmala will be bestowed upon you.” These words of the Prophet Muhammad constitute the core of Islamic spirituality.

The Power of Compassion

How can one begin to explain the awe-inspiring power of mercy and gentleness? Teachers from various traditions ask us to observe nature's closest metaphor to compassion: The element of water. There is nothing so soft and yielding as water, but it is powerful enough to overcome the hardest stone. This soft element has the power to wash away continents. Water, like compassion, is necessary for life: Wherever water falls, says the Quran, life flourishes. The Earth was parched, says the Holy Book, but God sent down the waters of mercy and the Earth was “clothed in green.” Likewise, the person who practices compassion is blessed with authentic strength and at the same time blesses the world with life-affirming grace.

Compassion for Self

We are placed mysteriously on Earth in a state of confusion and bewilderment. In truth, we have no idea of who we are, where we come from, or where we are going. In the poet Rumi’s playful words, “We all arrive here a little tipsy.” In this confused state, we need to be gentle with ourselves. Our beings deserve to be touched with compassion every step of the way.

To grow compassion for ourselves, we must embrace not only our ten thousand joys of life but also our ten thousand sorrows of life. We need to learn to embrace our uncomfortable feelings with mercy and gentleness. The human ego tends to avoid, deny, and minimize feelings that make it feel threatened. Unpleasant feelings such as anger, sadness, and jealousy possess an edge only because we perceive them as something separate from ourselves. When we acknowledge them and enfold them with mercy and gentleness, we allow them to become healed and integrated. When, with courage and compassion, we kiss our inner demons, they turn into princes and princesses. Spiritual teachers have said that the more space sorrow carves into our being, the more joy we can contain. There is, of course, no need to run towards pain and suffering. But we should not run away from them.

We can truly forgive only if, during the process, we practice compassion for ourselves by lovingly enfolding the difficult feelings that arise in us.
 
I once had a client who was desperately seeking spiritual techniques to forgive the man who had murdered her daughter. This was, she believed, the only way she could be freed from her burden of hate and pain. But the more she tried to forgive, the more angry she became. In fact, she began to develop illnesses. What was missing was compassion for self: the compassionate need to honor her feelings of anger and suffering, the need to make sacred the difficult feelings by embracing them with mercy and kindness. What she needed was not to push them out but to bring them in, gently, lovingly, with mercy for herself. When she allowed herself, little by little, to embrace her dragons through a spiritual practice called “sacred holding,” she experienced a remarkable healing: She was blessed with a sense of release, freedom, and unburdening, and her strange illnesses disappeared. This woman’s story demonstrates that we can truly forgive only if, during the process, we practice compassion for ourselves by lovingly enfolding the difficult feelings that arise in us.

Charter for Compassion screengrabThe Charter for Compassion
Video: Thousands are uniting behind a simple principle that one scholar believes forms the basis of the world's religions: compassion.

Compassion for the Other

Over time, compassion for self creates an inner spaciousness that gives us the capacity to be compassionate with the other, no matter how confrontational or adversarial he or she is. From the place of inner spaciousness, we are able to discern between behavior and being. We realize that we are confronting the antagonism, not the antagonist.

In Sufi literature there is a story about how a judge might behave while sentencing someone who has committed a terrible crime. One judge might proclaim the sentence with contempt and disdain for the criminal, eager in his heart to banish this “scum of the Earth” into oblivion. This judge does not differentiate between behavior and being. Another judge, one who has cultivated inner spaciousness, would render the same sentence—but with solemnity and respect for the offender’s soul. Out of compassion he makes sure that the offender is accorded human dignity and is not maltreated in prison. Maybe the judge even prays for the offender, sending light from his heart to the soul of the convicted person. So the same sentencing is carried out with two different energies. Is this a big deal? Absolutely! Compassion is an energy from the soul that has the power to shift heaven and Earth, both in our own hearts and in the hearts of those whose lives we touch.

Jamal RahmanSheikh Jamal Rahman wrote this article for YES! Magazine, a national, nonprofit media organization that fuses powerful ideas with practical actions. Jamal is co-founder and Muslim Sufi Minister at Interfaith Community Church in Seattle. Originally from Bangladesh, he is a graduate of the University of Oregon and the University of California, Berkeley. His books include The Fragrance of Faith: The Enlightened Heart of Islam and Out of Darkness into Light: Spiritual Guidance in the Quran with Reflections from Jewish and Christian Sources.