Usually I wake up little late in Ramadan. Today was a bit different. Last night I couldn't sleep even for an hour. Extreme headache, tensions about lot of deadlines in office were the reason may be. After sehri I tried to sleep for a while, but failed. I was lying on my bed thinking thousand of things. Suddenly I found myself packed in both sided with the warn touches of my daughter .
Oh my God! how cute she was looking that time!!!
Innocent sleeping face. Looked like a piece of heaven in front of me. A feeling of pride overwhelmed me with tears.
I still remember the moment I became mother for the first time, the moment I hold my daughter first. Her tiny fingers, her shiny eyes....
The world is a beautiful place but often a few things can make it seem harsh. It's been long 8 years since her birth. I started out motherhood with a very idealistic and naive view of what I would do for my daughter. I never thought she would ever face discrimination from her very own family. I have had enough of feeling upset and distressed every time I hear my mother-in-law and other relatives talking nonsense about my daughter. They never fails to find out a fault in my daughter. I wonder why can't they love my daughter as they loves my son??!! Only because she is a girl?? Oh come on. We are living in 21st century!
I can teach my daughter to be proud in-spite of the difficulties around her. And I believe she can and hopefully will choose to define herself by what is inside her. The first thing i will do for her is to set her free from the idea that she should always look pretty and cute. Prettiness is not the fundamental rights nor it is essential to develop my daughter's character. She is so awesome as she is now!
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