“Ballet is Not for Muslim Girls”: Ms. Mariam Pal’s memoir is highly recommended!

A picture taken from Amazon.ca

If you are looking for a captivating book to read on days off, or to offer it to a loved one, “Ballet is Not for Muslim Girls” is a title to keep in mind (https://shorturl.at/fjsAQ). Indeed, Bambi enjoyed every word of this book from its start to its end. In this post, she will provide a summary as well as a portrait of what this highly engaging book looks like.

Growing up in a Polish-Pakistani “statistically Muslim” Canadian family in the 60s and 70s in the back-then less diverse Victoria, BC, Ms. Mariam’s S. Pal “struggled to navigate three cultures…”. To begin with, as honestly and cleverly described in her book blurb, even Ms. Pal’s first name was hard to pronounce by so many. She was called Marian or Marylin, but not Mariam.

Bearing the above in mind, if you are curious about the choice behind the title of Ms. Pal’s memoir, your curiosity will serve you well. Purchase Ms. Pal’s book and start reading it fast because one thing is sure: you will fall in love with it!

Indeed, as far as Bambi is concerned, as she read through Ms. Pal’s memoir, she was fascinated by her outstanding writing style, uniquely rich life story, vivid intelligence, strong personality, education and talent, inspiring international development career, sense of humour (at times sarcastic), sense of perspective and tenderness for her family, despite her lucidity and fresh honesty.

Of note, each chapter of this memoir stands on its own, like and independent reading.The latter makes the book easier to follow and return too. If you are a visual person, like Bambi, you will enjoy how Ms. Pal outlined her memoir with photographs of herself and of her parents.

A picture taken from Amazon.ca

Ms. Ginette Reno: thank you for your beautiful version of “L’envie d’aimer” [The desire to love] of the late Daniel Lévi

There is nothing like love (with a big L) and like our shared humanity.

There is nothing like true friendships on which we can count for both fun and mutual support, as needed. And what about those rare friendships that feel like family?

There is nothing like romantic love when it is genuine, simple, nourishing, and uplifting.

All the above makes our senseless or troubled world seem lighter and filled with hope.

Did you know that today is National Flag of Canada Day?

Vive le Canada, long live Canada!

Is there anything more beautiful in the world than the flag of our beautiful country?

According to the Federal Government of Canada website, “at the stroke of noon on February 15, 1965, Canada’s red and white maple leaf flag was raised for the very first time on Parliament Hill. On the same day in 1996, National Flag of Canada Day was declared” (https://shorturl.at/oLW26).

If you are interested, the brief Youtube video below explains the meaning of the Canadian flag. It is followed by our national anthem in both official languages, namely French and English (by singer Lara Fabian), along with beautiful landscapes from across the country.

Mr. Pierre Bachelet: A friendly wink to heaven to salute his talent on the eve of the anniversary of his death

Thank Goodness talent is immortal…

On this Saint-Valentin’s evening, it is already past midnight in both France and Lebanon (sad anniversary of his death), Bambi will pause to honour the memory of Mr. Pierre Bachelet.

Who is Mr. Bachelet? Those of you who may not be familiar with French music may have not heard of him. He was a French singer-songwriter and film score composer. He lived between 1944 and 2005. His fascination with Mr. Elvis Presley inspired him to learn the electrical guitar in his youth, in addition to the piano (https://shorturl.at/qAIRU).

Bambi loves this late talented singer for two main reasons: (1) she is fan of French music and culture and (2) his songs rocked her childhood and youth in Beirut. When she was younger, she was a tomboy. However, during early adolescence, when puberty hit, she connected with her feminine side more :). For her, boys mysteriously became more fascinating. Same for romantic music and even literature. She spent time listening to singer-songwriters like Bachelet, writing their lyrics, memorizing them, and even singing them with her frog’s voice.

Bearing the above in mind, as a 51-year-old woman, she will now dive into her past by selecting a few songs to pay tribute to Mr. Pierre Bachelet with. She hopes you will enjoy them, especially his first superb performance of Aznavour’s “Hier encore“. Of note, Bachelet makes Bambi think of funny memories with her DEAR childhood friend Nayla to whom she dedicates his songs :). As for Mr. Bachelet, thanks to him for having existed and may his memory be eternal.

Love, the most beautiful gift of life

The late Mr. Daniel Lévi left us a beautiful artistic gift called “L’envie d’aimer” [The desire to love]. His song outlived him and will always remain timely. In this brief musical post, Bambi would like to offer it to each one of you (subtitled in both English and French). May Mr. Lévi’s memory be eternal… May love always have the final word in our troubled world.

Fly to heaven, sweetest Cyntia…

Cyntia at age 2. A picture shared by her mom Youmna last year.

Bambi is speechless. Indeed, she does not know what to think and feel to even know what to write to attempt to pay tribute to Cyntia’s VERY short life.

Like Bambi, speechless are also all Cyntia’s loved ones; from her relatives to her young friends to the older friends and fellow community members of her parents, Youmna and Mohammad, and to her sister, Tia-Isabella. May Cyntia’s mom and dad forgive Bambi for any clumsy word used in this post. Basically, she just want them to know that Louis and herself stand with them in full solidarity and with much love.

Beyond Cyntia’s immediate family, the hearts of her loved ones are shattered across two Atlantic Canadian provinces and countries, including Lebanon and Saudi Arabia. If she may, Bambi sends her heart to not only Cyntia’s parents (+ sister), but also to her larger family abroad. Same goes to all those who were touched by her short journey among us.

Indeed, we ALL share the painful loss of Cyntia’s parents, even if we cannot dare to imagine not even a single drop of the ocean of their sorrow. With them, and with her cute sister, we are all one tear, one hug of solidarity, one moment of silence and of prayer; just like in the beautiful, and hopefully comforting, EL Fatiha prayer (shared below). The latter is followed by the Vole, vole [Fly,Fly] song of Ms. Céline Dion, with English sub-titles. It is performed by Mr. Emmanuel Moire [thanks to him for making it public on Youtube].

This being said, now is the time for Bambi to pause to salute all the community members who came together, in a remarkable way, to support Cyntia’s family to the best of their capacity. Bravo to ALL of them, especially to Lamia and Fred. A big thanks also to Cyntia’s healthcare team at the IWK Hospital in Halifax, NS, and maybe elsewhere as well.

Finally, to end on a spiritual note despite the unbearable pain, Bambi is inspired by the words of faith of Cyntia’s grieving family. To illustrate the latter, she will translate the Arabic words of her obituary: “With much acceptance of God’s will, may he be praised, we mourn our dearest deceased Cyntia Bou Melhem”. May the faith of Cyntia’s mom and dad help them in remaining grounded during their life-long grief journey. May God know how to comfort their aching hearts. Same wish goes to Tia-Isabella and to the extended family.

As for you sweetest Cyntia, fly, fly in peace ❤️… may your memory be eternal. Thank you for having existed. Thanks to your parents for having brought you into the world and to Canada, raised you with much love, and honoured you until your last breath. They are a source of inspiration to Bambi and to all of us!

A recent picture of Cyntia taken in Moncton, NB. Thanks to Lamia for sharing it.

“Air Passenger Rights: Thank you CTV’s W5, Dr. Gábor Lukács, and Mr. Robert McNabb

Air Passenger Rights is an independent nonprofit organization of volunteers, spearheaded and coordinated by Gábor Lukács” (https://shorturl.at/lMST6).

Thank you, Dr. Lukács for your incredibly clever and helpful advocacy work.

In addition to supporting passengers, you are a source of inspiration to Bambi.

Please keep up the great work, which offers Canadians a ray of hope!

“National Make a Friend Day”: to what extent does this mean anything to you?

No clue who declared February 11 National Make a Friend Day
(http://tinyurl.com/4w877fe3), but is there anything sweeter in life than someone you can call a friend?

Humans are social beings. To survive, live, and thrive, they need to be surrounded. Of course, quality of our interpersonal relationships matter much more than quantity.

Those of us lucky to have true and genuine friendships are blessed with life assets. The latter resist geographical distance, time, and silence. They can buffer the effect of high stress and even transcend death.

Bearing all the above in mind, how do those supportive friendships start? In other terms, how do we make new friends? And how do we keep older ones even when we move or when we become too busy with our lives? How do we re-honour those friendships if we have lost them with time or due to misunderstandings? And should we keep all our friends in our lives? When is the time to end them or to keep nurturing them?

How precious are the strangers we meet in times of adversity who smile at us while, slowly but surely, becoming unexpected friends when so-called ones existed our lives?

What about the good Samaritan who extends a hand of support during a challenging moment or a journey of solitude?

And what about each one of us for us: how can we re-connect with the respective forgotten, or neglected, friends within us?

How can we be or remain a good friend to someone else?

Or how do we grieve meaningful seasonal friendships that came to an end? Or those dear friends, like family members, who were taken from us by death?

Lots of questions. The answers belong to each one of us. Time is said to be a good friend in this learning process. You are welcome if you wish to publicly share your thoughts on this topic. If you prefer, Bambi would also enjoy hearing from you more privately. This being said, she will now end this post by thanking you for being her blog’s friends. Have a wonderful day tomorrow whether you will make a new friend or you will act in a friendly way to someone else!

Mr. Mario Pelchat: thank you for your uplifting song entitled “Croire” [Believe]!

This evening, and almost accidently, Bambi discovered Mr. Mario Pelchat’s beautiful French-Canadian song entitled “Croire” [Believe], which is all about what is essential in our lives. Of course, beliefs are a personal matter. We all believe in something, in someone. Some of us may be disconnected from our beliefs yet we can re-embrace them “to live again”, as the song goes. This brief musical post features this song, along with a quick English translation of its lyrics. Thanks to Mr. Google Translate for his assistance. As for Mr. Pelchat, may he keep singing and inspiring us.

Believe in the beauty of the world

In the goodness of men

Believe in the deep truth

And believe that everything is forgiven

Believe in the summer sun

To the path that must be followed

Knowing that time heals us

And believe in humanity

Oh believe in lost love

In dreams, in a child

May this hope be from the fall of heaven

Or spring

Believe it for just a moment

It’s still living

To believe is to live again

To believe is to live again



​Believe in guitar chords

With melodies that make you laugh

Say that the end

Is just a departure

For paths to the future

Believe in the earth beneath our feet

Raise a glass to friendship

Hope for just one day

That we can love each other

Without breaking

Oh believe in lost love

In dreams, in a child

May this hope be from the fall of heaven

Or spring

Believe it for just a moment

It’s still living

To believe is to live again

To believe is to live again

To survive my tears

I believed in other lives elsewhere

When the night slows down my wounds

A better world

A better world

Oh believe in lost love

In dreams, in a child

May this hope be from the fall of heaven

Or spring

Believe it for just a moment

It’s still living

To believe is to live again

To believe is to live again

To believe is to live again

To believe is to live again“.

L’Orient Today: “13 sentenced to death for homosexuality in Yemen”

Thank you L’Orient Today for informing of the following horrible forthcoming public crimes against innocent Yemeni gay men : “A Houthi-run court in Yemen has sentenced 13 people to public execution on homosexuality charges, a judicial source said Tuesday, as human rights groups decried a rise in abuses by the Iran-backed rebels” (https://rb.gy/ema36z). Does anyone care about them?