Something I never say...

So it's been a decent week. Tuesday, I had a good workout at gym. Wednesday, I went after work to a private screening of a movie called "The Stoning of Soroya M." Well after I saw that movie I have to say that I'm grateful that I live in country that stuff like that doesn't happen. For some reason, I hate when people stay stuff like that. Usually it is followed by some rant about how people in other countries do some crazy stuff. People that live in other countries do things different and have different customs but that doesn't make it wrong. However, the custom of some Muslim majority countries that a woman who is found guilty of adultery is stoned to death is wrong! (the girl in the movie was innocent of adultery but the trial was a joke) The movie was truly heartbreaking. You knew from the beginning what was going to happen, but it still somehow kept your interest.

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What struck me as the most heartwrenching part of the movie was at the end when her aunt shouted to the village that her niece's story (the girl who got stoned) would be told and then I realized wow her story is being told. It's being told through a book that came out 15 years ago and through a movie that will be shown in theatres all over the world and it was told to everyone that was sitting in that theatre. She didn't die in vain. The stoning happened in Iran in 1986. This story was never supposed to leave the tiny village that she lived in. It did only because a French-Iranian journalist's car broke down outside the village and he had to have it towed to the village to get it repaired. This was the day after the stoning occured. The aunt secretly sought out the journalist and he recorded the story on a cassette tape. The mayor tried to stop the journalist from leaving town with the story but they were unable to stop him.

After seeing that movie, I'm so grateful that I have such a wonderful husband who would never hurt me, cheat on me or do anything but love me unconditionally. I'm also grateful to live in a country where my husband and I are equals. Yesterday, DH and I took a walk down to the village and got some ice cream. It was a nice break from the monotony. We were both exhausted because we had stayed up late the night before watching UVA lose in the College World Series.

The weekend is going to be pretty busy. Tonight, I'm cooking dinner for DH. To be honest, I really don't remember the last time I did this. But it is long overdue. Although not outright angry about it, I have a feeling DH is becoming a little resentful that I never cook. We have to do some cleaning for DH's friend who is coming into town tomorrow. Then tomorrow night it's my B-day party. Woohoo! I hope it turns out well. I decided to take my birthday off because there was no reason not too. We're going to a baseball game Tuesday night with DH's friend and then another game on my birthday with friends, Emily and Matt. DH's favorite team, the Red Sox, are in town. They don't usually play the Nationals so DH wanted to go to a couple games. It's going to be a busy week so I'm really happy to have Wednesday off to spend with DH. He always makes my birthdays special.