To my Mother,the person who brought me into this world but did not get to hold me first.To the lady who was not privileged to a proper education but is educating me.The person who would starve herself for my hunger.The woman who puts my needs before hers,the female who works to keep me and my brother in school,the individual who bears the weight of the whole family her shoulders.The woman who lives among the shadows of the men in the family.The woman who broke barriers of traditional dependent roles assigned to her in a male dominant society. My dearest mother,I can never put myself in your shoes and fulfill the responsibilities you have taken for my family, the responsibilities of not only being …show more content…
Despite being the eldest child of your family,you did not complain when your family’s youngest child was put first before you and your sister,not only because of love but also because of his gender,his needs were met before yours, his education and importance before yours and all this was done because he was boy,a boy who would grow up to become a man who was meant to carry out the family name,the lineage and to whom your home was given to.He was not made to do the household chores or nor did he have to learn how to cook.He sis not have to have to eat only after other members in the family had their food lineal the all the other females in the household. You were taught to be quiet and passively bear all the injustices because you were born as a …show more content…
At 18, you were shown to men, men who asked your hand for marriage in which you did not have a say,you respected your parent’s choice and married my father. A person whom you had never met before, a stranger.You now had to give up your name, leave your house and move to his.You obediently accepted to be tied to this man in a social bond, till death do you apart whereas, a few months ago, my grandmother, your orthodox mother would have been scolding you for talking to boys and now that you have come of age she expects you to live in a strangers home bear his name,and raise his children.
You took his home as your our.You only visited your parents once a year.You lived in his shadows and became a part of his life instead of sharing his life with yours. You modestly embraced this secondary status in your life. You may have had dreams and aspirations for yourself but you were not allowed to speak about them. You now had to obey and keep you mother-in-law happy and bless her grandchildren. You had to now look after,not only yourself but my father’s entire