When I was born, I was born with a power to melt a man’s heart and flourish it with his fatherly instincts. My mother received her best gift. My grandparents got a chance to hold a tiny human in their hands. As I grew up, I became my dad’s favorite and my mum’s best friend, my brother’s playmate and my sister’s love. This was my family and they made me feel safe.
I turned fifteen a week ago. I’ve started to draw attention of men. I wonder if they stare at me because I remind them of their daughter or their sister. No, this stare has some kind of unpleasant intentions. ‘Are they okay with their mother, daughter, wife or their sister being looked at the same way?’, I wonder as I try dodging their stares by looking the other way and covering myself as much as I can with whatever’s in my hands.
As I step into my early twenties, I carry a lot of harsh experiences and learn these heavy lessons witnessing the sad truth of the society. Its medieval thought process and hidden constraints that bound the women race.
I admit that it is confusing at times. The sickened mentality is sometimes so subtle that it can be hidden under the mask of being cared for. But it must not be mistaken with the genuine care for our wellbeing that actually should exist.