Week 10 Day 3
According to the stars things are supposed to change in a majorly good way. Yes, I'm waiting for that. But life is nice. Mummy is here from Kuwait now and we talk all the time, for hours, something I've been wanting to do. But sometimes we disagree, because she subscribes to a blind faith Islam and is pretty conservative, I guess from her experience of the world. She was telling me about one of her friends from Kuwait who yelled at her teenage daughter for buying a long skirt that revealed her ankles. "Where the hell are you going to wear that skirt? I've told you a million times no skirts and you know you are not allowed to wear skirts. Are you going to wear that skirt in Pakistan?" Apparently this mother was all-controlling and didn't want her daughter doing anything bad, getting into trouble, even going to college in America like her brothers. "I don't want her to give me trouble with marriage and if I send her to America she'll develop that habit of rejecting arranged marriage." My mother and I were arguing about this strange type of mother.
"She's very strong," said my mother.
"She cares for no one but herself and her narrow-minded beliefs," I said. "Would you like to live under a dictator?" I asked mummy.
"A mother cannot be a dictator because she always cares for her child," she said.
"Not in this case," and on and on it went.
It's the same discussion we've been having for years, ever since I broke my mother's heart and married a non-Muslim. He converted simply to please us Muslims, but even that didn't fully satisfy her. "I don't want anybody to convert," she said. So basically my mother wants her kids to stick to a group of people who were born Muslims. Unfortunately, most of these blind faith-ers (aka Muslims) are a bizarre group, indoctrinated into a life of paranoia and fear from the very beginning. "You will burn in hell if you don't pray; bugs will eat you alive in your grave if you do bad things; Satan is following you; your legs will be cut off if you show them; pray, pray pray and don't dance, sing, kiss the boys or make your own decisions. Just listen to your elders, parents, and society." The resultant population is just not a happy or desirable one.
"She's very strong," said my mother.
"She cares for no one but herself and her narrow-minded beliefs," I said. "Would you like to live under a dictator?" I asked mummy.
"A mother cannot be a dictator because she always cares for her child," she said.
"Not in this case," and on and on it went.
It's the same discussion we've been having for years, ever since I broke my mother's heart and married a non-Muslim. He converted simply to please us Muslims, but even that didn't fully satisfy her. "I don't want anybody to convert," she said. So basically my mother wants her kids to stick to a group of people who were born Muslims. Unfortunately, most of these blind faith-ers (aka Muslims) are a bizarre group, indoctrinated into a life of paranoia and fear from the very beginning. "You will burn in hell if you don't pray; bugs will eat you alive in your grave if you do bad things; Satan is following you; your legs will be cut off if you show them; pray, pray pray and don't dance, sing, kiss the boys or make your own decisions. Just listen to your elders, parents, and society." The resultant population is just not a happy or desirable one.
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