Last night I dreamt that I am near the sea. The sea was wavy and I was watching it from a distance, from the other side of the road, with my husband. The air was damp and dense like in Death in Venice and the sun was slowly descending to the sea. In the small bay there was a strange show of men dressed as giant vaginas in red, dancing in the water, and their costumes got partly wet. We didn’t get wet, we were far from the waves. A huge tsunami wave came and erected a sort of a roof above our heads, but it splashed behind us and we remained dry and safe. We knew that sooner or later the wave will wash us too. For now we are just watching the waves. Finally my husband asks, what time is it anyway, and I am saying, it’s the last time. The picture is from a different time.
October 7, 2020
People in my cultural community have definitely supported each other in a few ways. My mosque made a food drive and donated 350 food boxes to the needy with 1 month of food supplies in each box. As for those who have passed from COVID, their funeral expenses are partially covered through donations from the community and everyone gathers to mourn them while wearing masks. Mental health wise not much support has been seen as it is a taboo topic.
November 10, 2021