Month: November 2017

  • And Now My Daughter Saadia

     

    Recently I have written about my son Sayeed and how he had negotiated with the Federation regarding the strike. Now I write about my daughter Saadia. Many of you know her from Xanga. (She is the one who had introduced me to all of you through those august pages of Xanga--- oh such a long time ago)

    She is so talented and so gifted! In more ways than one I might add. The most loving mother, a devoted wife, an excellent educator, a master poet, adroitly making her words speak volumes, and now she shows me another aspect of her dexterous life.

    She knits!

    Oh my God, how beautifully she knits! Her nimble fingers just take to air it seems. She has been knitting up a storm this season. A local boutique is using her work and doing very well. I am posting her link here. She has an Etsy store. (is that what I say? A store? An account with Etsy?) She has given me a couple of her handmade products, which I am so proud to own.

    So here is the shout out… a plug, if you might say, please visit her Etsy site and order a scarf or two or a cowl or what have you. You will not be disappointed. They are amazingly warm and truly COMFORTABLE.  Those of us who have to put up with the doldrums of winter, can recognize how good it feels to have a good scarf or cowl around your neck. They make for excellent gifts for the season.

    So please check out her site at this address. You will love the pictures and the work.  https://www.etsy.com/shop/SaadiaKNITS

    Pass the word around too.

    Love you guys, and may I say thank you?

     

     

    Zakiah Sayeed

  • MY SON.

    Today I shall talk about my son.

    When he was growing up, he was the talk of the town and the tri-state, for his tennis prowess. He was a fantastic tennis player and the various schools in the area still talk to their tennis teams about him and his focused and dedicated way he won the tournaments and his games at the State every single year of his high school career. He excelled in the game as a college student and won the championship for the college after a lapse of almost twenty dry years without a trophy for that institution.


    As a teenager, he was like all the others, cocky, (not arrogant), just sort of cocky, and knew that he “could do anything he wanted!” Didn’t have much money sense… thought money grew on the trees that mom was tending to.

    This same kid, when he went away to college, developed such a phenomenal sense of money management, that he wowed us all. After working for Wells Fargo in Chicago for about seven or eight years he came back home and developed his own independent wealth management firm. And by God’s grace he is doing very well.

    The local school board was getting ready for elections about four years back,and along with two other guys he ran for the membership. Got elected with great outcome of votes in his favor. One year later the Board unanimously voted to make him the president of the school board. He is the youngest guy in the school Board and he has done amazing work for the school district. In the first year as a member he initiated the referendum to improve the physical appearance of schools by building five new schools. The community was asked to vote for this referendum, which was to the tune of $80,000,000. I didn’t think it would pass. But Sayeed was on the news urging the community to make Quincy a great educational city where there would be great teachers, and teaching in great buildings. All the previous buildings were run down and the ,space was limited in the classrooms. The referendum passed with flying colors. The first elementary school was opened this September, and it is a State of the Art Building.

    Now, why am I touting all this about Sayeed? Not just because he is my son, but because he is a genuinely decent human being who has a sound head on his shoulders and who is compassionate and caring for his community and for education.

    Last year the Union started getting itchy and demanded a lot of different things for the teachers and for every single person who worked in the school district, ie: bus drivers, janitors, cooks, groundskeepers, you name it and they were all represented by the Union and it was demanding more pay and more pay and more health insurance. I don’t know if you all know about the state of our state (Illinois) and in what desperate rut we are into with regards to budget. Sayeed and the superintendent worked with the Union as much as possible, but like the saying goes, “you cannot get milk out of a turnip!” So the Union said, “we don’t care, we are going to strike!”

    This was such a blow to Sayeed and the entire school Board. Over the last year the meetings were held where Sayeed negotiated with brilliance. The community was so amazed at this young man who could talk the way he did and, let me tell you, he was so sincere; and with every ounce of faith and conviction he tried reason with the union. It was no use. So the community was told that the schools would be shut down because of the strike as of November 20th. (Next Monday!) We were all so unhappy. I felt so bad for my baby. He had worked so hard to make Quincy a learning center with great educational system and fine physical institutions.

    He told the Union, “go ahead! Strike if you must. Remember the consequences. The children are the victims. You are taking them as hostages. All of us need more money and more insurance coverages. We have to learn to sacrifice so we can improve the quality of life of our children. When I was a fifth grader, there was strike and the schools were closed for almost three weeks. There was such disruption to the lives of all people here. Young working mothers had to find baby sitters for their little children, or let go of their jobs so they could be with their children. Family lives became difficult, money was not coming into the homes as their pay checks.” And he gave such excellent examples of what happens when people become selfish and greedy to gain importance by the wrong intentions and misplaced convictions of “helping” the household!

    There were so many meetings between Sayeed and the Union. SO FRIKKING MANY! Every day he was in the news, and on the front page of the newspaper. Yesterday the union asked all it members to come and vote, to see how many wanted to strike and those that didn’t want to!

    The overwhelming majority voted against striking!!! The community sat with their jaws to the floor, amazed that the strike was averted. Sayeed was in Chicago yesterday, and the local TV channels contacted him and got his views about the success of his mission. Anyone interested can read about all this on whig.com, and or go to KHQA news from yesterday at, http://khqa.com/news/local/quincy-public-school-union-votes-to-walk-off-job-strike-begins-monday, and you will hear my prince.

     

    So, I am happy; it will be a great thanksgiving. Thank you for reading this. I am sorry I made this such a long post.

     

  • Building a House

    And now we have built this house
    in our dreams; you and I smile and say together,
    'this is my house!'

    These bricks are the dreams we have
    cemented together, the roof is the love
    that covers us.

    The light within this house is blinding with
    your light, of your desires and every corner
    is resplendent with the glow.

    My house, simple and humble like my love
    asks that we decorate it with our desires
    and have blooming flowers of our hearts
    on every window sill.

    In this house of mine, in this house of yours
    we would never rent or borrow happiness,
    our togetherness, will be enough,

    And I will tell you, this house of mine
    is a lovely house, for others to envy.©

     

    Zakiah Sayeed
    November 2017.

    I think it is kind of cheesy!! Forgive me. My mind is going in all kinds of directions.  Z.

  • That Look in Your Eyes

     

    When you look at me the way you do
    the beauty and magic of your eyes spills
    all over me.

    I still my breath, my lips learn to smile again,
    I see recognize the flowers, and their beauty
    cloaks me with love.

    When you look at me the way you do,
    I begin to hope, again! I grasp desire
    from inside my heart, again.

    You look at me like that, and I feel
    you becoming part of my heartbeat again
    please, don’t tease me again!

    My thoughts and emotions had withered
    you with the beguiling magic of your eyes
    don’t let me long and hope, yet again!©

    ZSA_MD

    November 2, 2017

  • My Muse ©

    My Muse refuses to let me touch her
    doesn’t mind when she’s flirted by others~
    I scream at her at her sadistic morals
    but she ignores me.

    My muse is a whore;
    she sidles up to the Toms and Dicks and Harrys
    of my blogosphere, lets them fondle her
    while I watch in exasperated disbelief.

    My Muse, she teases me, tells me she loves me
    tells me she plays around, so I could gather
    my own feelings and love and desire
    and face her sitting down, while she bows at my feet.©

    ZSA_MD