Arabic Culture Analysis

I was seven years old, when my mother, three brothers, and I moved to Syria. My mother always hoped to give her children the opportunity to learn the Arabic language, so that we could have a better understanding of the religion of Islam. I ended up living in this country for several years, experiencing the Arab culture, while learning more about my religion. When my mother would pick us up from school, we would stop by a grocery market. This market was owned by a man, I would soon call my stepfather. He was six foot two inches tall and he is thirty-five years old and with a ruddy complexion. He’s a built man with brown, thick, curly hair. My mother was very attracted to him and his trendy American style. He is always wearing raunchy blue jeans, …show more content…
My father lived in America and I always had the support I needed from him-he never neglected me.
After five years of living in Syria, we found ourselves back in America. This family I had at first believed to be the right thing became a doubt in my mind. While married to my mother, my stepfather proved to be physically and mentally abusive and aggressive. Although, he was kind and caring to me. He had his problems, but my mother seemed to still love him. Eventually, the abuse started to decrease. I thought he had changed his ways, and that this family might, in fact, be okay but I was a little too optimistic. After living in the American society, I began to see changes in him. I sometimes would find him in my room when I would come upstairs, looking through my drawers and his response was he was looking for something. When my undergarments would go missing, and I would sometimes find my clothes in disorder. I knew something was not right about him. He started looking at me differently as I was growing up and my physical appearances were changing but I never wanted to believe these inappropriate thoughts and for that reason I kept quiet about the …show more content…
He told my mother, I was leading him on by leaving my clothes around. I still do not understand how a man in his thirties could find a fourteen-year-old child attractive. The incident made me realize how destructive people can be in your life. This one situation messed with my trust, and my relationship with that household was affected forever. I no longer live with my mother, stepfather, and my younger sisters. We talk often, but I am not around my mother and younger siblings like I use to and now I live with my father. My story highlights the struggles women go through. We are seen as weak due to our naturally soft personalities and qualities (Dirge Magazine). A lot of men prey on those factors. Some men believe that they are entitled to do things with women because they see us as items to hold and not people. I believe ignorance is the main reason why men do these types of foul things. This incident scared me and made me more aware of what type of world we are living in. It is just unfortunate, that the people you believe to be great, can be repulsive. I am doing much better now, after years of coping with what took place that night. I have grown into myself, and I have become a stronger person because of