We are born with a clean slate.
But within minutes, our families lay heaps and heaps of societal responsibility on our heads.
I am an angry Muslim girl.
Not because I am angry at God.
But because I am angry at society.
From the day a mum buys her daughter a Barbie doll.
Or the day a little girl’s brother laughs at her for trying to play football with his friends…
Messages are being downloaded direct into her hardware.
Like a little ticking virus bomb.
Waiting for the right time to explode.
Infecting the system. Drive by drive.
‘You are a girl. You must behave a certain way.’
We mostly don’t realize this.
How controlled we are.
How bloody brainwashed we are.
How caged we are.
………….Or maybe its just me……..
Society ingrains in us that we have to follow a specific mould.
Any deviation from that and we are relegated pariahs. Outcasts. Treated badly to set an example…so that none of the others follow your deviant, devilish ways.
It’s human nature. The ‘Pack mentality’.
Blending in keeps you alive. Sticking out, well it singles you out to predators, and you endanger the whole community.
Except we do not live in a jungle any more.
Doesn’t matter which society you think about..each has its own unwritten rules and regulations. A code of conduct written in blood, sweat and tears.
How many of us follow these rules without even thinking twice………..?
……………I know I am being a bit vague, forgive me.
I am trying to decide what path my life will take.
And I feel bound by the shackles of what society expects me to do.
What’s worse, is that these shackles are not even real.
I can break them any time I want.
I can go off to Rio, and become a dancer if I want. (For example)
But the little seeds of propaganda planted in my brain from day 1…keep holding me back.
Nobody is TELLING me I can’t do what I want.
But my own conscience is holding me back.
What will society think?
What will my family think?
What will they all saaaay?
Brave are the souls who decide to take the path less travelled.
They throw caution to the wind. And watch it burn.
These, these are the founders of tomorrow.
Labelled crazy, loco!
But eventually, lauded as the inventors, trend setters, and physicists of tomorrow!
I do not aspire to be the next Einstein or Van Gogh.
Only to live my dreams to the fullest.
Without being encumbered by the collective gasp of societal disapproval.
I CHOOSE to travel.
I CHOOSE to not be married (right now)
I CHOOSE to work.
I CHOOSE to be educated.
I CHOOSE to be different.
I CHOOSE a partner you do not expect me to.
I CHOOSE to be an Independent Muslim Woman.
I CHOOSE to throw caution to the wind.
Because it is my prerogative.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Less Travelled, by Robert Frost
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