“Women are imperfect. A woman's place is the house. It is not right for a woman to work. A woman's job is raising children and caring for her husband. Women are not given freedom because they will spoil. Males are higher than females.” These phrases may seem strange to the twenty-first century when it seems that women have more rights than ever. But these are the words that I grew up hearing and still hear today. Despite this, I am still trying in various ways to establish my path, through this backward society from which I may never escape.
In retrospect, this struggle started from the time I was born, NO, since my parents' marriage. My parents are from two different parts of Yemen, my father is from the north, where the tribal and customary system prevails. While my mother is from the south, Yemen, which was occupied by Britain and I think that this made the people there more open and receptive to changes. Because of this, I grew up in a strange childhood, wavering between different concepts of values and morals. At the beginning of my childhood, I lived among the family of my father. I often heard phrases such as, respect your brother even if he is younger than you, go and get him a glass of water, clean your brother’s room. were said to my female relatives.
What made me wake up from my childhood slumber was this phrase when my middle sister was born: “Do not be sad, God will compensate you with a male child in your next pregnancy, I will pray for you.” It was said by a woman came to visit my mother after she gave birth. I was shocked even though I was only five years old, I started wandering “Why is she saying that? Are boys better than girls? Am I a burden to my mother because I am a girl?” But my mother's tender voice sounded, glimpsing the cloud of pessimistic questions that almost overwhelmed me, and she said, "I don't care if I have a male or a female, for they are all a blessing from God, and what's wrong with girls? What adorns life other than the girl? There is no difference between them"
After a while, due to my father's many long trips to the United States, I moved with my mother and sister to live with my mother's family in the South. Life there was more peaceful. I did not hear those phrases often anymore, although the male bias is still inevitable. During that time I wanted to prove my worth. I wanted to show that my mother did not need a son to support her, I could support her just as well. I studied, worked hard, participated in competitions to make my mother proud, and I won. I resolved to continue my university studies in the United States, although there was a lot of opposition and I lost many things, I did not want to surrender to a fate that I did not create.
I know I may be different because of the beliefs with which I was raised. I may not be accepted in society here. But still, here I am, in my first year of collage, the first child in the family to go to college, and being the first child who go to collage, taking a step many girls have only dreamed of taking. I will continue to work, to study and to show my mother and my family that, though I am a girl, I have dreams and will succeed.