As a man who does not necessarily conform to the traditional male archetype – the strong, assertive jock who would much rather play basketball than write this blog post – I have always struggled under society’s expectation that I should “man up” — and the most effective way to cause emotional pain within a man is to tell him that, in fact, he is not a man at all
In those moments, marching alongside fellow students demanding the attention of politicians, of representatives and senators, I was more than a number. I was a person demanding to be heard. A person who knows that taking part in democracy means more than just voting. It means voicing your opinion...
"So the next time you see a teenager and think they’re too young to make up their minds, especially when trying to influence politics, remember we all want and deserve to be listened to, just like we’ve listened to adults all these years. The only difference is now we’re fighting to be heard back." ~Camile Dumit
Raising children with or without religion. Confronting scientific evidence while reconciling it with our own faith. Reflecting on the parameters of an afterlife. Pondering a world devoid of religion entirely.
The world’s greatest theologians, scientists, and philosophers have found themselves at a loss for a clear answer to these very points – yet on Thursday, February 8, 2018, the fellows and mentors of Under A Tree, along with their extended community, attempted to do just that at UAT’s 3rd Annual Religion Roundtable.
They engaged in civil discourse on the nature of religion, how people interacted with religion, and how they interacted with each other in the context of religion. They convened 180 students, parents, siblings, and community members at Somerset Academy High School in South Florida to tackle this – to build empathy, engage in intellectual and impassioned dialogue, and gain insight into the beliefs of their neighbors and community.
A look at the photos below reveal the engagement of all participants and the open environment created by the robust dialogue. Civil conversation creates compassion.
The goal has always been to foster in not only fellows, but for all in attendance, a sense of awareness, accountability, and the agency to carry the discussion out of that room and into all aspects of their lives. Events like this remind us exactly why we want to empower young people to be leaders of the now and not just leaders of the future.
As we carry forward the legacy of leadership and activism, we are reminded from events like these that ceaseless dialogue will remain fundamental regardless of where we go.
Shada Thykandy is a senior, UAT '17 alumna, and Mentor of the House of Mazari for UAT's 17-18 cohort. She was born in South India and has since lived in Singapore, Minnesota, New York, and South Florida. Her household includes her two supportive parents and younger sister. Shada regards school as her highest priority but also enjoys writing, reading, and listening to music. She is an active member at her local mosque, and loves learning about different cultures and engaging in intellectual conversation regarding the controversial issues our American society faces.
For a while, I've been suffering silently.
From the discovery of my tumor, to questioning my identity, and now to my grandmother dying, this unit [Editor's Note: we are currently in Stage V of the Fellowship, focusing on Religion, Faith, Spirituality, and Doubt) has specifically been hitting really close to home for me.
I remember after the first meeting of the religion unit I cried to myself softly. I wanted to talk about my struggles but every time I tried to open up, I froze. I never really expressed it, but I've been questioning my faith privately. It has been a while since I prayed. I still believe in God, that's one thing I know for sure. But for me personally I've always questioned why bad things always happen to good people. It's a thought that has always been racking my brain.
My questioning began two years ago after I was diagnosed with Fibroadenoma. I was angry with God for a while, and I started to get into more fights with my parents. Sophomore year was a scary time for me.
I haven't prayed since then.
At one point I felt like God wasn't listening – so I stopped caring. It was hard going through that stage in my life and not having anyone to run to at the time. I felt like I was going to hell for a while because I was questioning my faith. I haven't prayed in over two years, but today I went to church and asked God or whoever up there who was listening to lay their hands on my grandma and heal her. The doctors have already told us that she's dying, but I can't just picture it. I want her to see me graduate this June, and it saddens me to know that she won't even make it before March hits. I just wanted to say to tell your loved ones you love them, before it's too late.
Why don’t we see past grades, relationships, extracurriculars and realize we are all humans that feel sad sometimes?
I’m angry. I’m angry that we all have felt like we weren’t enough. I’m angry that we don’t feel like we can be anything but happy. That our emotions aren’t valid. We’ve all felt like that. And no one told us it was okay to be sad.
Why is that?