After class, I rush to Westminster for a series of meetings with MPs to discuss the counterterrorism issues facing the UK. While I am out of the office, a member of my team warns me of some hateful messages containing abominable images of women of color and faith hung, along with the following: "You are next." report it to the police. This is not the first time this has happened and I fear for my safety and that of my staff and beneficiaries, many of whom are Muslim women. I can not help doubting the society in which we live, where people threaten, hurt and kill others according to their skin color, sex or religion.
Today, I give a series of workshops to 180 students. Since his survival at July 7 attacks in London, the mobilization of communities to prevent and fight radicalization is what motivated me. It can be discouraging to hear how many children are being victimized by Islamophobic and racist abuse. In addition, some of their peers have traveled to Syria to join the Islamic State, and I am concerned about the impact this could have on them. Knowing the friend with whom you played football in Syria is now in Syria can only hurt young minds.
Sajda Mughal: "It can be discouraging to hear how many children are victims of racist abuse." Photo: JAN Trust
I have a call from abroad with an international minister to discuss counterterrorism and extremism online. Once the kids are in school, I go to our seat. We hold daily classes on topics such as English, fashion and employability, as well as workshops on benefits. Today, we had a beneficiary who was very distressed. I left what I was doing and discovered that she was suffering from domestic violence at home. In the middle of the afternoon, I sit with the team and catch up on a new initiative that we are about to launch. Heavy rains begin to fall and the center begins to flood. We need to fix the flood problem, with all hands on the bridge to fix the problem. I am then on the phone with Haringey City Council, forgetting that I have a deadline for funding to meet at 6 pm. Fortunately, I receive it at 17:57.
I am organizing a retraining session for a program we are conducting with the aim of educating and empowering Muslim women and mothers to prevent and combat online extremism. Halfway, a mother tells us that her son has joined Isis and is now dead. It's a dark moment: the whole room is in tears.
After returning to school, I went to town to give a presentation to the board of a large company on how to overcome adversity. He receives a warm welcome and even makes some people cry after hearing the human impact of the stories we come across, but I can not help but wonder if they would see the interest of funding the vital work of our charity. In the afternoon, I continue the response to the hate mail we received earlier this week and I am informed by the police. have panic alarms and no longer bring my kids with me on the spot.
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