Why Can 't I Go Out? Essay
“Why can’t I go out?” I questioned her, my heart pounding, and arms quivering. She simply sighed.
“Samar, this isn’t Canada, it’s not safe he-”
“But you let Hammad go, he’s younger than me!”
“It’s not the same…”
“What’s not the same?”, I knew full well what was to come next, but I pressed anyways.
“He’s a boy”
Now, I was never one to disobey the rules, especially not the rules of my parents. There would always be a little voice in my head, and a tug at my heart when I thought of doing so, telling me to listen to them, but this time was different. This was a matter of my freedom. I pushed myself off the floor and stormed out of the door, slamming it as I left. At that moment, I did not care for the yelling voices behind me, nor did I care that the shoes I was wearing were 3 sizes too big, all I wanted to do was escape, even if she just wanted to keep me safe.
Everyone needs someone to protect them. Children need the protection of their parents when they have caught the flu or scraped a knee. Teenagers need their friends when drama begins. Adults need the law to protect them from dishonesty and corruption. However, when that protection is no longer a gentle, comforting hug, but more of a suffocating restraint, that it when the receiver wants less and less of it. Through all of time, the people who have worried the most are parents. Sometimes, these parents worry to the point where the child feels trapped within their own family. This is the…