1) I believe it is animal cruelty (I have been brought up knowing how my food gets to my plate)
I'm aware that in the uk 80% of animals for Halal slaughter are stunned. How do I know I'm not eating the other 20%? It's not good enough for me. I prefer animals to be killed as humanely as possible and that includes being stunned, so they can't feel anything, followed by cleanly cutting the head off.
2) I do not believe in an Arab pagan moon God.
I don't believe in an Arab pagan moon God. I believe in a moon Goddess and sun God. So eating meat blessed in the name of a deity I don't believe in is against my personal faith. That does not mean I want to stop others from eating Halal or practising their beliefs. I feel that labelling Halal meat from other meat would be perfectly acceptable and allows others to make their own choices of if they wish to eat it or not.
Over on a facebook book page a graphic video on Halal, showing the slaughter of a pregnant cow, was posted. My best friend text me calling me gutless for not wanting to watch it. I replied with my reason why I didn't want to watch and that he had insulted me. His reply was "I should have worded that differently". Thus meaning he wasn't sorry and that he thinks I'm weak.
The following day, over the phone, he called Muslims as all foreigners, dark skinned and terrorists. I gave him a piece of my mind. Surprisingly without swearing. He wants respect for his religion and yet disrespects another. I know of white skinned, British born and raised, Muslims who wouldn't harm people. I have a crazy idea called: coexistence.
He then brought up the subject of religious education. Every time I pointed out that it's there to teach kids, about other people's beliefs, how they live and not to teach what individuals should believe, he kept trying to change the subject. He then went on about fighting off two guys to impress a girl, who turned out to be a chat bot, as if she was a game.
The next two days he said he'd ring at certain times cause he wanted to talk to me about something. I wasted two afternoons waiting for calls that never came. He called when I was in the bath and then wanted me to get in touch with him. Without sarcasm, I replied that I was busy. I had just gotten out the bath, gotten dressed and about to go cook dinner. Followed by settling down for the night and going to sleep. Instead of asking he assumed it was sarcasm and give me an excuse. He then rung me knowing that I was busy as if he expected me to answer. At which point I had lost my temper with him.
I gave him a long message of what he had done to hurt me over the past week and told him I want to be alone for awhile. Why should I put up with being hurt so much by someone, who claims to care about me, so carelessly? He gave me a long message claiming that putting a tone of voice would make a difference. When I finally listened the following afternoon - it didn't. He only repeated his excuse for not calling. I ignored his clear attempts at buttering me up, calling me strong, saying he doesn't want to fight me but for our relationship. He dealt a deep blow and expects an excuse to cover that. It's like putting a band aid on an open artery.
I simply replied that I have lost trust in his words. He then tried to make it out that I was depressed and, using magic, force himself on me. Thing is I wasn't depressed at all. Even so I am capable of healing myself after a betrayal. So having that forced on me was another insult. Since Mia betrayed me, over a year ago, I've become a lot stronger but less trusting of people. I have come to expect to be hurt by others. In my experience it is those closest to you that hurt you the most.
He accused me of not following advice I had been given in a dream. Yet, I was, at that very moment. On the night of the 12th, I had a dream where I was chained by two people by my wrists. Another approached me from the front and said he wanted to talk. I unpicked the locks using magic, told him "you chained me up and you want to talk to me? Nah, doesn't work like that." and walked off. He tried following but I punched him in the face.
Since then I've sorted my private facebook out so he can't see half of my posts. I admit I vented my anger via sharing links and pictures I've found in my feed that I've set to friends only. It's my private facebook, nothing gets shared publicly, if I can help it. On my public, I posted that standing up for myself doesn't mean that I have depression and people who think that need help.
This is all on top of drama from my mother. Aside from the odd tantrum she's slowly becoming more supportive. My father has also been causing drama...getting violent over petty things. His temper is like that of a volcano: dormant for a long time but erupts violently and is over just as quick. Both of them wanting me to move out and claiming I have no purpose in life because I'm stuck on esa. I also have my esa trial coming up after dwp contractor, atos, claimed to be able to read my mind and that my social anxiety is none existent. My parents don't know because I know they'll make a mountain out of a mole hill. Regardless of the outcome, if my anxiety does flare up again, I'll be looking at claiming for disability.
"You do not have to believe but you must understand."
Quote from my first Religious Studies lesson, September 2003.
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