I clearly remember Saturdays, getting my chores done quickly so I could go outside to play. Those hot days beside the pond, catching tadpoles, slapping at mosquitoes, and lying back and dreaming about what my life would be like in 5 or 10 years. Who would I meet and marry. I always imagined a guy with a caring heart (he would love me more than life, sigh!) beautiful dark hair, and laughing eyes (I found him after much looking!). The thrill of living my life the way I wanted, taking control, going to university, it was all before me, more spectacular than the northern lights I watched in wonder at night. Just a typical girl growing up in Canada. Now...
Put yourself in a whole different country. You are still that same young girl, with the same dreams, all you want is to try and live those dreams. All you want is to choose the man you marry. Simple in our world.
Don't just read this article and think how horrible, put yourself in the place of one of these women. Live their last moments with them.
Suddenly, six men grab you, and throw you and some other women into a car. They start driving, you are scared, you know no one is going to help you, not in this country, no police are going to stop these men from doing what they think is their right, you are lost. All you wanted to do is choose who you married, that's it. You weren't caught with a lover, you never even left the house without a male relative escorting you, you did everything right.
The car stops, and they drag you out into the dark. Smack! Oh God, that hurt, my lip is bleeding, and I feel the sharp edge of a tooth that has been broken. Duck!!! To late. Is my arm broken? I can feel the pain radiating up my arm, it's making it hard to breathe. Don't cry. Won't somebody help me? Where are my brothers, my protectors, my father?
Is that a gun? Why are they shooting everyone? Oh my God, my gut hurts, BAD! I just wanted to choose my husband, that's all, I've been a good girl...is that dirt? I'm being covered up, I'm being buried...NO!!! I'M STILL ALIVE!!! I'm still here, I'm a person with feelings just like everyone else. I promise to be good, I promise.
It's so quiet now, no more screaming. I see a star, way up there in the sky, blinking away, I'm so very cold, and it hurts so much. I can't breathe, I can't move, I just wanted to choose....
H/T to this post, it got me thinking about my life compared to these 5 women.
3 comments:
Yes, where are the feminists, where were they when girls were allowed to burn alive because their faces weren't covered. Why do we allow the male population of these places immigrate to Canada. These women will be remembered today at Mass.
Tribal Abortion!
The worst part is that it's likely to be their brothers, their fathers, helping in the killing for honours sake. It's sick and twisted. The worst part is that this is how many Pakistani and Afghanis feel is the right thing to do. They are world's apart from us. This is why I believe cultural relativism is dangerous. All cultures are NOT equal.
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