parsa blog
Iran, Islamic Republic Of
September 22, 2009
Being myself or being a good girl
If you are an Iranian, you are better to be a man. although I love being a girl by itself my environment has made me uneasy about it. let me explain why I feel this way.
I did not have problem being a girl in my childhood .it was a great time for me because there was nothing different between me as a girl and a boy. as I grew up I came to know what being a girl means. When I was six years old I had a tricycle so I asked for a bicycle but my parents said “oh darling its now a no-no for you riding a bike” while my male peers had bicycle and enjoyed riding it. then I had another problem , I liked to play with my friends noisily and even quarrel with them but my parents said “ oh you are a girl don’t fight with your friends , just be a good girl “.so you see in my family I learned I can not have things I enjoyed often.
I became a teenager so I liked to go out with my friends for shopping or things like that. my friends told me their families do not allow them to do so while its acceptable for their brothers to go out whenever they liked .i think it was my birthright to spend time with my friends but my friends tried to be good girls.
So as a good girl I went to university. While I did not have confidence on myself I saw boys have overconfidence .for example when I was uncertain about talking about what I had studied , I saw boys can give a lecture when even they are not ready. i think it’s just being a boy that makes them confident.
You see being a girl deprived me of many things that I enjoyed in my life. my environment never helped me to develop .now if I want to stand on my own feet and do not give up I have to be myself in other words “not to be a good girl”.
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07:42 AM Sep 22 2009 |
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livid
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January 3, 2008
It was a spring day preferred to walk toward home to get rid of that terrible feeling .I was sunken in my dark thoughts I didn’t actually know which direction I was going. I was wandering in streets aimlessly. My whole life seemed dark to me. I couldn’t think clearly. I had not been able to sleep even for a wink the previous night. I had a tight feeling in my stomach . I had not been eating well for few weeks. in a months time my life had turned to a wreck . My father was sick , his shop was robbed and all our money was gone .I was afraid my family cant afford my tuition so i had 2 leave university. deep in my thoughts , I came across a girl on wheelchair trying to cross the street .when our eyes met , a trace of smile played across her lips and gently said : " hi , could you help me please ? " I stopped to help her, crossing street she said "isn’t it a great day? God is merciful " I replied slowly "yes" .then I bad her goodbye and left her . I was feeling ashamed. The little girl had taught me a great lesson. I was a fool. All the world was telling me the secret of life. I was blind to see god’s mercy on me. I was worrying about money but god had given me priceless treasure. my legs to walk , my hands to touch , my eyes to see sun , trees and gods mercy . Now I noticed trees had blossomed and nature was singing a hymn but I was deaf I was just thinking about my little problems like a little creature. I walked there for an hour then went home with a fresh mind I was restored life life. After a few weeks my father was well again. He could borrow some money and after a year hardworking could pay back our debts. Now I thank god for his mercies everyday when I watch birds flying in sky and I pray I can watch them one more time .
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01:08 PM Oct 20 2008 |
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ice1234
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December 31, 2007
Every one of us has special memories of happy days of childhood .for me where I lived in childhood is a reminder of those days.Allies leading to our house mean more than usual to me .even now I like to walk through these allies Narrow allies with little doors and old house .on walls branches of grape tree overhanging .in the air there is fragrance of flowers planted in the gardens .walls with old red brickes .touching them memories of my childhood flood back .the first day I walked through these allies it was a snowy day and everything was covered with snow. I had to go to my new school .everything was strange to me .voices speaking a new language .i looked at walls and brickes I touched them n walked after my mom with a chalk in my hand to sign on wall to find my way back home . Long after that day this path was my frend I liked 2 walk through them n touch walls retuning home because they are nt just reminder of my childhood they are a piece of my city’s history .i can hear Mongols passing there with their horses and people running .these allies are eyewitness of many things .still there are on walls sentences I read them “down with shah “ live on Khomeini “ I can hear foot steps of those who had wrote them on walls stealthy. I like my childhood house and even now when I walk toward home I feel im 7years old and im singing with my frends and walking to school .
