As a woman, I was constantly told I was stuck here in Afghanistan and I had no other options. From the day I was born, I felt as if I was being walked all over, ignored, and abused. I wasn't being abused physically, but beyond mentally.
Growing up, I knew the day would come where I would be stuck with a sad excuse for a husband, in fact one I didn't even get to chose. I was definitely trying to pretend that it wasn’t going to happen, but my father and brothers always reminded me of the plans for my future as it was inevitable. I feel as if women don't come to terms or like the idea of arrangement, I believe women are brainwashed to believe we need the arrangement to be happy. We are told we aren't safe without the men, but really we aren't …show more content…
I decided to go with them for the first time, my mom was tired of eating the hardest bread and told me to pick it out this time. I could smell the bread and sweets from a mile away, after all it took us that long to get there. As we were walking, an infamous boy was around the corner, when he walked out he said, “Can’t wait to have it,” as he looks at me up and down. Immediately, I looked at my brothers for support, not one word came out. They just laughed. I had never been so confused or disgusted in my life. I continued walking with this ashamed feeling in my head, a stomach ache, and the curiosity if this was what my whole life was supposed to be like. The thoughts were never ending. Is this how my mom felt everyday? Did he think that was okay? Have my brothers said this to other women? The walk home was just as bad, I was wondering if I should comfort my mother because I now knew how she felt, if I should pretend it never happened, or if I should talk to my mother about the comment. When I got home I sat outside and contemplated back and forth for as I felt, an eternity. But, I had looked inside to my mother running around the house. She was cooking, doing laundry, and bringing my dad whatever he wanted as he just sat there reading a book. I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I told my mother what the boy said and she as well, laughed in my …show more content…
Has that ever happened to you?” I asked.
“Yes, it has. It’s just boys being boys.” She replied. I believed she as well, was brainwashed into believing that behavior was okay. “Does dad,” I paused, wondering if she would be disappointed if I asked, “love you?” She looked at me, angrily at first, but then started tearing up. She then covered my mouth and made me stop talking again. She replied loudly so my father could hear as she grabbed the broom,
“We need to go out back, and sweep the patio.” Once there, she walked as far as she could without my father being curious. “No.” she randomly
Growing up, I knew the day would come where I would be stuck with a sad excuse for a husband, in fact one I didn't even get to chose. I was definitely trying to pretend that it wasn’t going to happen, but my father and brothers always reminded me of the plans for my future as it was inevitable. I feel as if women don't come to terms or like the idea of arrangement, I believe women are brainwashed to believe we need the arrangement to be happy. We are told we aren't safe without the men, but really we aren't …show more content…
I decided to go with them for the first time, my mom was tired of eating the hardest bread and told me to pick it out this time. I could smell the bread and sweets from a mile away, after all it took us that long to get there. As we were walking, an infamous boy was around the corner, when he walked out he said, “Can’t wait to have it,” as he looks at me up and down. Immediately, I looked at my brothers for support, not one word came out. They just laughed. I had never been so confused or disgusted in my life. I continued walking with this ashamed feeling in my head, a stomach ache, and the curiosity if this was what my whole life was supposed to be like. The thoughts were never ending. Is this how my mom felt everyday? Did he think that was okay? Have my brothers said this to other women? The walk home was just as bad, I was wondering if I should comfort my mother because I now knew how she felt, if I should pretend it never happened, or if I should talk to my mother about the comment. When I got home I sat outside and contemplated back and forth for as I felt, an eternity. But, I had looked inside to my mother running around the house. She was cooking, doing laundry, and bringing my dad whatever he wanted as he just sat there reading a book. I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I told my mother what the boy said and she as well, laughed in my …show more content…
Has that ever happened to you?” I asked.
“Yes, it has. It’s just boys being boys.” She replied. I believed she as well, was brainwashed into believing that behavior was okay. “Does dad,” I paused, wondering if she would be disappointed if I asked, “love you?” She looked at me, angrily at first, but then started tearing up. She then covered my mouth and made me stop talking again. She replied loudly so my father could hear as she grabbed the broom,
“We need to go out back, and sweep the patio.” Once there, she walked as far as she could without my father being curious. “No.” she randomly