When she left her home, her family, her playmates, the very place of her existence, her security blanket; she came bound with expectations, anxiety and hope of a new place, a new family new friends and of-course lots of love. But she found out, rather brutally, that she had a new house now not a home, new people in her life and new responsibilities that forced her into being a woman, no longer allowed her girlishness.
She was told she will have new parents who will love her like a daughter, they told her she was their daughter, so she had to behave and do as she was told. She was told to live in the house like their daughter, but she had to keep her head covered, to show respect, and eyes should be cast down, always. They were grooming her to be a better person. What will happen to her individualism her entity? Was she not good the way she was, and if not why get to your house?
They had asked her how she fared in academia, something her parents have always been proud of, but then they told her she “need not work” as it was not a done in their family. Was she not a part of their family? And does her choice not matter? How does anyone have the right to determine what another adult wants? Is it also not a loss to the country’s productivity?
No sick leaves, no temper tantrums, no discussions and no questioning the elders, because whatever they say, they do it is for her “betterment”, they have seen more in life than her, so who is she to say “All izz not well”. What happens to her aspirations, her dreams and her desirers? Will she have to forget it all for the fulfillment of their expectations of a daughter-in-law?
They told her she had to take up the responsibility of the kitchen, she was the queen of the kitchen, but she could only cook what they want her to, where no preference is given to her taste or her liking. There was responsibility but where was the authority? Why is she made to smile and forget what she is, who she was?
Some of us may not be able to relate to what I have written, but friends, trust me there are lots of people out there whose fate is worse than this too. Let us keep in mind these people when we complain about not having better amongst the best. Please do spare a minute here and pray to thank the All Mighty for all that he has given to us and lets us also try to do whatever we can in our own small ways to help someone who is less fortunate than us.
God has given us the emotions, the feelings that only a human possess, so let’s do something with it. Let us not look down on the victim, but let us be with her, she does not want our sympathy, she wants to be loved, she want to be accepted for what she is, not what she is made to be.
In all our lives, our surroundings, our society, next time when we come across someone who is in an inopportune setting than us, let us take a pledge to do whatever we can to bring a smile on her face. And then feel the smile on your face and soul grow.
I would also like you to write in the comment box of what you’ve done that brought on that special smile for you.
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