Thursday 21 February 2013

Review: 'A Thousand Farewells' by Nahlah Ayed


“People are not quotes or clips, used to illustrate stories about war and conflict. People are the story, always.” (Page 324) – Nahlah Ayed

Not many people want her job, but Nahlah Ayed thrives on it. As a war correspondent for the CBC her job takes her right into the action and grief of the chaotic Middle East and her task is to report back. Her goal: to tell the story of the people and have it be heard.

How do you interview someone who just lost a loved one, or who just had their house bombed, and then talk about how they have no real human rights? Even in the midst of a mass grave near Hillah Iraq, Ayed found a way to do her job right. As a reporter relaying the news of the Middle East back home, Nahlah Ayed understands on a deeper level what these people are going through. At the age of six, Ayed’s family uprooted their life in Winnipeg for a life in the Amman New Camp or rather Al-Wihdat, a refugee camp for seven years. The culture shock was traumatic but life changing and would be one of the reasons she became a journalist.

Nahlah Ayed’s life has been consumed by covering stories in the Middle East and she neatly wove them into this book. A Thousand Farewells describes the political landscape in the Middle East, tells the story of the people, and provides a personal account of what Ayed went through. Her memoir uses individual story bites and incorporates them into a bit of a history lesson. Ayed ‘fills in the spaces’, between the bombings, shootings, and terrifying war, with people, the ones who are affected by the chaos of the Middle East. She’ll tell you Habib’s story, a man who owns a pub in West Beirut who stayed open during the civil war. She’ll tell you about a man that walked to Europe. She’ll tell you about Waseem a friend of hers and his new family. Everyone has a different story and for Ayed those stories are the ones worth telling. This is what works in this book. I want to hear about the people. I want to hear about what happens off camera and behind the scenes. I especially want it translated into a dialogue that I can understand. Ayed explains the Middle East in what I think is the simplest way possible.

I would definitely add a map and possibly a family tree to this book. I added my own map and taped it to the back cover. Many times Ayed changes locations or refers back to one and sometimes it can get a tad confusing. Also I might change the length of the chapters. I seem to read books faster when the chapters are shorter, even if there are more. This book is a great read for any aspiring journalists. It tells the story of the people in a compelling way. A good journalist understands their interviewees and what they are going through. It’s not just about questions, answers, and facts; it’s about knowing how people are thinking, and feeling and being able to describe the situation to your audience.

As for other non-fiction books I’ve read (such as Amish Grace, Freakonomics, and Eat, Pray, Love) none compare to Ayed’s account of the Middle East. The subject matter is incredibly different and told in a sporadic way that keeps the reader interested. Not only is she telling the story of others she's  living it too. The best part of her story is how she helps the reader understand the complexities and depth of wars we only hear about through headlines. She connects the reader to another side of the world. 

As I read this book, one of the many messages I took away from it was how fortunate we are here in Canada. That is why the glass is half full this week. Sometimes it’s hard to find that perspective. We all joke about having ‘first world problems’, but it’s true. Most of the time we need a little perspective as to how big or small our problems actually are. Reading this book helped me appreciate what I have and on a journalistic level how to be compassionate when interviewing others. 

Friday 15 February 2013

Don't worry man, it's just a situation!


It’s 1am and I’m only half asleep. Why? - Because my parents are coming home from Jamaica. I hear the garage door open and the rustling by my bedroom door. They’re home and I call out for a hug.

My parents travel a lot. This isn’t the first time they’ve gone away, still in the honeymoon phase after 25 years and I love it. I love having parents who are in love. Naturally, they have created a beautiful home filled with it.



CreComm is a full time job. Having a part time job and volunteering on top of it can become quite the juggling act. Sure enough, as soon as they went on vacation stress moved on in. 

What did I need? I’ll admit it; I needed my mom and dad. They’re the ones who tell me it’s going to be okay. They tell me I’m smart and ask what they can do to help. They’re proud of me and let me know it. These words of encouragement are pivotal.

I’ve been taught to be independent. I got myself into the programs I wanted. I figured out how to get a license. I got each job on my own and have financed a good chunk of my life. I don’t rely on my parents for much but once in a while I get caught up in life and it’s comforting to know they’re there for me. Words cannot truly describe just how much they mean to me. Tribute to the best parents in the world: Lorraine and Ihor.  

When I vented to my mom later she said (in her best Jamaican accent) "Don't worry man, it's just a situation" 

Look at that fine couple. They're back and I feel like I can take on the world again. I've missed them. Glad they're home.

Friday 8 February 2013

Six degrees of seperation

BUZZZ
S : "Hey I just talked to do J"

Me: "Oh?..."
BUZZZ

J: "Hey I think I just bumped into one of your friends ;)"

Me: "Yes you did."
BUZZ
 
J: "She's cute. Is she single?"

BUZZ

S: "He's cute. Is he single?"


Texting. This conversation has occurred twice in the past week. Two of my friends from completely different social circles have ended up meeting and being interested in each other. The setting: Winnipeg. Problem: Alex's new involuntary matching making service. It's called six degrees of separation.
I love living in Winnipeg.  Do I want to live here for the rest of my life, mmmm maybe not. What I like is how we thrive on our relationships. We are truly and forever 'Friendly Manitoba'. Everybody knows somebody you know. (For that reason be careful who you're talking about because you never know the connection). This city is great for networking. Got a problem? I have probably five people on speed dial to help you solve it. Just ask.

One woman I was chatting with at a coffee shop said that she posted on Facebook her roof was leaking. Within the next hour three people commented on her post, two about who to contact for help and one actually willing to help because he was a roofer. You have to love social media.
The other day I went to a birthday party and this woman said she knew me. After a while of chatting we noticed how much we have in common. We both went to the University of Winnipeg, both go to Red River College, both own a Jeep,and both live in the same area. At the end of it all turns out she knew me from helping her at my work. We both knew the same people at the party but didn't know it. Again everybody knows somebody who knows you.
If you're wondering how those two conversations turned out, dates have been set up! Why is the glass half full this week? It's the feeling of being a part of a community. It's having a neighbour come over with a christmas card from their son who's four, even though it's February. It's about giggling about an inside joke with an old friend. It's about the time you were there for your friend who was in the hospital. It's about talking until the wee hours of the morning with the friend who just went through a breakup even though you are crazy tired. You know they'd do the same. If there's one other thing I've noticed this week is life is short. Even though life is busy make time for those relationships around you. Not only because you'll feel awesome and they'll feel awesome but those connections might come in mighty handy.