How often do you find yourself people who believe in you and support you in all ways they can? Not very often, right? So when I met this fool, Karanvir Singh Bajwa or, as you guys might know him, Einsjordan, a year ago I had no idea we would come this far. So I wanted to dedicate this one story just for this sweet little child I have in my life.
So much has happened. And so much is happening. No matter how much we move forward, there is always something to pull us right back, to pull us down.
We may feel short, small, tiny, minute but trust me, we matter. I matter. You matter.
I remember my father always told me how he would love it, if I become a doctor or teacher. Why? They’re very respectable jobs he would tell me. This is what women ARE seen as, nurturers! I say ‘are’ because with all that’s currently happening, aren’t we still fighting to get out this shell?
Hijab, a mere word seems to create a bigger stir in our lives than do nuclear weapons.
Disclaimer: I am only speaking of my own opinion here with no intention to hurt anybody’s feeling in any form.
I am sitting in India, a country that is culturally diversified and apparently much more tolerant than many others. The situation of people who wear hijabs or for that matter, a turban, has been quite clear lately. There have been a number of bans, protests, laws against the use of hijabs and I seem to not understand the reason why. It doesn’t make sense to me! We call them conservative, but with this ideology aren’t we the conservative ones?