First Lessons: Race, Minoriy, Ethnicity

So I had my schooling start at YWCA, and i dont know why, but I remembered even my first day at Nursery.

We had a cute, fair, bob haired Islamiat/class teacher and she taught us how to say "Good Morning" on the very first day of school. She came to the class with another rather scary looking teacher, and told us, "children i will go out and when i get back in, you will stand up and say Good Morning Teacher" and so we practised that. Gosh this brain of mine, i wonder how can i remember something from when i was 2.5 years old, but i cherish it sometimes, now in my mid 30s.

The main thing however that i remember from my Nursery till Grade 1, at YWCA was the equality, something that Muslims claim to be taught in our religion, but i got that lesson from a Christian school. 

So here is what was unique in that school, the children of our sweepers, maids, helpers, gardners (they have vast gardens) , drivers and teachers, used to study with us in the same class, sat with us on the same benches, and have been friends with us, without being labelled. 

You wanna know how? The school made our seating arrangments from Day 1 in Nursery in the manner that US, the outsiders, have been paired with an insider kid. And by outsider i mean, muslim, and not from their community. I was paired with the daughter of our sweeper aunty, and she had been my bench mate till i was in the school. My best friend was paired with one of the twins of our Social Studies Christian , black teacher, and she stayed his bench mate till she stayed in the school. By bench mates it meant, that you would be partners in practically each and every activity going on in the school, and boy i missed the fun. The tabelos, the drills, the doctor checks, the garden parties, the fun fairs. 

And people, this was my first lesson in terms of tolerence, religious, race, ethnicity, class and what not, and i often wonder why I have never heard of any such experience from any other Pakistani from their school stories, and why is it not common???

Harrrassment-Redefined

So ladies and non ladies, i have been thinking very seriously about this topic and came to the most important aspect. 

Harrassment is defined as the un wanted and unprecedented flirting you do with married guys, have you ever thought about how much they suffer after you make the advances towards poor, wretched souls. You need to understand that men are the weaker sex, otherwise God would have had them bear a child, but No, you girls think about yourself only and make the advances towards the poor, innocent souls. Yes they have no control over themselves and their desires, yes they cannot think straight after they see a woman smiling at them, yes they cant help it but fall for you, but that doesnt mean you should exploit them. Have you ever thought how many days the poor married guy has to live without the S** when his wife discover you are having an affair with him?? have you ever thought how the miserable soul live these many days without having S**...No, you selfish girls only think about yourselves.

So kindly stop making Lustful advances towards the weaker sex, just accept the fact that they cannot control themselves, so it is your responsibility to tame your shrewedness.

Stay Safe.

Self Respect

Two weeks ago, an imature kid made me realize that i have been mature enough my whole life, cause i know how to be better than others, and specially his kind. 

Little did i realize ever that me and my school mates from Grade 2 till 10 have possessed the highest quality of character that even the most groomed and aged women does not achieve before certain age. 

Self Love! Self Respect! 

We were about 13 girls who started knowing each other in grade 2 and been together for 8 years of school. We fought, too much, we annoyed teachers, students even seniors. We used to play cricket like no one is watching, and similarly we used to take pictures like no one else exist. We never cared about being called "difficult" because we never disappointed our teachers in studies. So we basically earned that privilige. Once we got the boys locked up in a class room for 30 minutes, because we wanted to finish our 4 overs cricket match. But with all those years of togetherness and time, there was one common denominator we still have, and may be it was in our personalities and we never realized it. 

We never dressed up or looked good for any person, we always and still are doing for ourselves. 

We communicated with each other on and off when school was over but after few years, when we met and talked to each other, i noticed this that we have been the same in this personality trait, that we love ourselves and we always present ourselves how we want us to be, not how someone has told us. We dress up in ways that we like, we let our hair down or up as we want to.  From rougish tom boys to hot professionals (yes we all are hot) we elevated our ranks and changed our looks the way we like them. And not how my husband or her boyfriend asked us to be. Just how i want to look.

So dear girls, going through a phase or endless agony of whether you will be accepted or not, mark my words, you need to love and respect yourself, above all and that makes you glow, far better than the servants of acceptance.