If i had a wish

We all have wishes that we want to come true. We want them to happen as soon as they are out of our mouth, speed up to the sky above and snap, your wish has come to life.
Think about it for a minute.
Could it be that one of the reasons it takes long to grant wishes is due to traffic, i.e. traffic because 7 billion people have wishes every minute, maybe even less.
It is a funny thought.

Keeping jokes aside, i do have a wish.

I wish there was a quick solution about the endless battle between culture, tradition and unfortunately, religion.

If we take the first two people who lived on earth, Adam and Eve, we understand that they were free from the chains of tradition which seems to have manifested all over the world at one point of time like an insecticide, claiming to be useful for the crops. But years after, you realize your health too was affected.

I find asking myself this questions…

When was tradition born? And how did it infuse itself with religion?


In other words,if culture is the eau de parfum, then tradition will be, eau de toilette.

I grew up in an environment that dictated tradition as the number one way of life. And so i began to see it as my enemy, a kind of poison yet invisible to the people around it. Most of them would either submit to it or run away and be casted as a pariah. I chose to have my own opinions and beliefs.

Hence, i met feminism

I am a feminist in the sense i believe a woman should have her own free will. Period.

Ofcourse it goes without saying that men too should have their own free will, i have and know brothers, friends, husbands and what i love for myself i want for others (any living being really). Isn’t that the very essence of humanity…

Women shouldn’t have to buy their own free will from anyone nor should they have to exchange it for something else. We live in the 21th century, yet some women are forced to give up the idea of having a choice or opinion.
Others willingly live that way simply because they know no better.

I am not against men nor do i hate them because i understand clearly that the seed of tradition buried deep was watered by men and nurtured by women.

Though its in their nature, nowadays, women are stopping the nurture. To realize that their very act of nurturing has inflicted terrible abuse against them and their daugthers and many generations after caused a wave of sadness where many got lost trying to reach that “i have right too” station. It took many sacrifices from both women and men to raise awareness to erase tradition. All it did so far is reduce the number of women affected by it.

I know a woman who learnt to drive by herself (luckily no one was harmed. Few tickets though). To me she was an example to how much we have to push ourselves to learn if no one will teach us.
Until recently, Saudi Arabia didnt allow women to drive, for reasons other than religion. For many years, women fought for this basic right to finally be granted few weeks ago. I used to live in Saudi Arabia and though i know genuine, nice people, I found it to be a giant umbrella, sheltering tradition while mixing it with religion. In Pakistan, Afghanistan, women are forced to do what men want them to do, Why? Because it benefits them. India (where i studied and lived for 6 years) made a huge fine for any couple looking to know the gender of their unborn baby. If it was a girl, some opt to abort the baby even if it meant hurting the mother.
Many countries, including my own (Eritrea) subjugate 15 year old girls into marrying 51 year old men who have grandchildren. It is okay if a 14 year old girl come back from school one day and told “your wedding is in two days”.

We have pampered tradition so much that its backed up by religion. I know religions are independent of tradition because all religions preach for peace.

What could possibly be the antidote to this poison?


Let us raise our boys as feminists to eliminate tradition once and for all, live with our cultures that i respect so much and practice religion the right way, free from people’s prejudice.


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