Governments' role for woman

From the time immemorial, boys and girls are raised very differently. In that, girls are raised to be  caring, giving, gentle and submissive persons, whereas, boys are raised to be leader, provider, assertive and strong. Girls are encouraged to be caring and abiding. Occasional emotional retrospectives are accepted from them, but not from boys. They are praised for their physical strength and encouraged to hide their emotional vulnerability. Boys are encouraged to be dominant and defensive. 

Boys are raised to become frontrunner, while most girls are encouraged to stay behind  and support their men. These "leader" and "subservient" roles are established by the cleaver men, construed by the clergymen, and accepted by families. Governments' 'rule of law's are made based on these systematic discriminations.  

Canadian's Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau’s support for "Muslim women’s choice of attire" is one of the prime example of this. If Justin Trudeau himself insists that face-coverings are “rooted in a culture that is anti-women,” why did he defend Rania El-Alloul and justified wearing niqab was part of Canadian liberty?

The ISIS ideologies do not represent Islam and only the people of radical Islamic faith are violent. Wearing niqab doesn’t make a women true Muslim or violent. In fact most credited Internet sites I visited clearly stated that Islam doesn’t require the Muslim women to wear niqab.

Covering body parts seems to have been started as a symbol of wealth somewhere is Arab and in the Middle Eastern countries. Protecting women’s delicate bodies from the desert heat seem to have been the main purpose for burqa’s discovery.  

I don’t know what the future Muslim women will think about Canadian Government's  laws. But I know that women themselves can’t break the men-made-rules without being ostracized, or even lose their lives from the very hands that they and suppose to be protected.   

Witches are women

Have you ever wondered why "Witches are female and witch doctors are male?"

Here are two links that explain how it started in the Western world:

http://www.salemtarot.com/archive/seminar.html
https://www.marxists.org/subject/women/authors/ehrenreich-barbara/witches.htm

God have a mercy for the people of Nepal

I’ve not had time to write blogs lately; too busy with my book and others. But the news of another earthquake in Nepal almost paralyzed me this morning. I’ve no mood to carry on my regular chores. My hands are shaky and I’m very upset with the God!

I've been talking with my God regularly since I was a child. This morning my communication with God was more like a rebuke than prayers. I asked Him bluntly his purpose of this catastrophe in Nepal? "Haven’t the people of Nepal suffered enough from the brutality of the Maoist?", I asked.

In a time like this, I feel fortunate to have lived in Canada with my husband and children. But I know Canada is not immune to earthquake, either. However, being close to the "plates" Nepal gets earthquake more frequently than it deserves!  

My family left Nepal a long time ago. We came of our own, without the support of the Nepal government. So, we didn't 'betray' our birth country. Instead, we've been helping a few people financially when they are in real trouble. Still, Nepal is our birthplace and the one with lots of childhood memories. So, our feelings for the country remains intact. 

Nepal is just like any other poor nations with good and bad people. Being poor is not the worst thing for the country, but being illiterate and corrupt  government have been! Deceitful bourgeoisie are better off now than ever before, but the poor and vulnerable people are suffering more than they can handle!

When I got another news of another earthquake in Nepal this morning, my first response was to give calls to our immediate families from both sides. When I found out they're okay physically, my mind rushed to million others who may not have been so lucky with their situation.

God is too powerful to mess up with, so instead of fighting with Him, I left home to purchase a few yellow rosebushes and two carts of pink petunias from the nearest nursery. I planted them in my front lawn for the peace of my people back home. Then, I  was called for interviews by the CBC radio and television.  

It was a long day today and my bedtime prayers was: God have mercy for the people of Nepal!

Being negative

I suppose you can call me negative for I do notice more cheating than helping attitudes of the people around me. I also hear more cry for help then people extending their hands to help others. My eyes catch more crimes than the good deeds in the society, and I hear more sad stories from around the globe the first thing in the morning. Melodious peace-songs are not for the morning-news, I guess.

 Have you ever noticed the negative words outnumbering the positive ones in your dictionaries? It's true! As I write this piece, I searched for a few appositives to challenge my thoughts and found only a few positives of them. Strange, you might think, and it is!

You may find it wired to believe that our world is made of more negative materials, more negative people, and more negative vibes. This is why we see more bad dreams than the good ones. Instead of taking us to the sunny beaches and green meadows, our dreams often take us to the dark and scary places. I wanted to find out why. Then, I read this:

  “…First Glimpse of the shadow universe around us…” in January 2015 National Geographic. In it I read that our old galaxy was made up with more of the “dark matter” and “dark energy” than the ‘normal’ matters and ‘normal’ energy we see nowadays. “Some of that dark energy are still floating around the universe”, I read. All my bad dreams suddenly make sense to me!

 However, to give my negativity a chance I read a few biographies of ‘positive’ and ‘negative’ people and found that the negative people are closer to reality than the positive ones. I don’t know if this makes sense to you, but it does to me. For example, I’m one of those negative persons whose future predicaments have come to materialize 95 percent of the time out of 100.

I’ve observed the lives of my positive and negative friends. As I watch these two categories of people growing old visibly side-by-side, I noticed the negative persons living their lives placidly than the positive ones. For example, my positive friends thought everything was happening to them because of the choices they made. But when they got into the situations that they hadn’t think about, they were doomed. They didn’t know how to come out of them. On the other hand, my negative friends, who had been reeling about their misfortunes for years, knew adversities are part of their lives and found their way out in real difficult situations.

It seems to me that there is some merit for being a negative person after all! 

The poorest children

With all the advancement in the world - technologically and otherwise - there are thousands and thousands of poor children suffering around the world. They are malnourished; sexually molested; exposed to diseases and war; being tossed around and used for malicious purposes.

Being born in a poor family, disease-ridden community, war-torn countries is a curse, but these kids can still run for their mother's comforting arms for their safety. But if their  mothers are abusive, where will these children go? These are the children I call the poorest of poor! 

Poor children are those whose parents use their own children to score their points with their spouse/partner. Poorest children are those whose egotistical parents put their own needs and wants ahead of their children. 

The most unfortunate children are not the ones whose parents are poor, but the ones born in a psychotic family or act like such (psychotic mothers are the worst!). Mothers who live with their monstrous boy-friend/husband, or fathers who live with their devilish wife is also the sad thing to watch. 

We don't want to believe that there are devilish parents, who "use" their own children for their benefits. But there are! Right now, right at this moment, some parents are doing just that, and the people surrounding these abuses aren’t even thinking about reporting to the authority!

Our family home

My husband and I decided to list our family home for sale. For that I have been cleaning the house non-stop for weeks. Even then the house is not as clean as it should be for marketing. It’s a big house with lots of French-doors and large windows.

We had built this house to stay and die in it, but our home became house without the children and I became the caretaker of it.

It was a hard decision to sale this house.  We’ll never have this kinds of house with a magnificent view of the river, again, I know. I also know that our children wouldn’t be happy with this news. But none of the three children care to keep the house, either. Moreover, when we suggested we may need to sale the house they have been telling us “It’s nice house, but it is your home. Do what you like”.

My husband and I discussed a lot about this transaction. We listed the pros and cons of selling the house and moving into a smaller house, requiring less maintenance. Even with our children’s indifferent views on the matter and both of us being clear about our decision, we’re experiencing an edgy feeling now and then. The feeling of sadness, which we really don’t think is logical, comes and goes out of our minds.  I was hiding this feeling from my husband. Apparently he had been doing the same from me, he told me yesterday.

It has been 25 years from the time we bought the lot to build this family house. That’s a long time to be in one place.  So much has happened during this time. So many memories of our children growing up, including my mother’s visit during the year 2006. I guess, it’s normal to feel the way we do.

Yesterday I tried cleaning the doors and windows inside the home and our elder daughter came before my eyes with a bottle of Windex in one of her hands and a rag in another. She spent hours Windexing these doors and windows and kept her bathroom spotless. I hardly appreciated her, thinking that she was taking too much of her time away from study. I wanted her to focus on her study and get all the marks there was to get. I never thought keeping the house spotless was this important!

I’ll be thinking this way about our two other children also—how they helped me do the lawn and garden, etc. By the time the house gets sale, I’ll be emotionally drained for sure.

My husband’s help

Christmas came and gone. Children came and left. The house is empty now, except for the leftover foods in the refrigerator, dust and mud on the floors, wrapping peppers in our living room and the hamperful of dirty laundry!


One of our children couldn’t make home on Christmas this year. We missed her terribly! However, we managed to do the “face-time” with her several times during the Christmas day. 


We did the face-time again on New Year Eve with her. We also chatted a few more times on phone and exchanged massages during the holidays. She knew her siblings left home yesterday and this morning I received this e-mail from her:


“Hi mom,

How are you doing? It must be a lot quieter now that the other kids are gone. You have your house back!

Love ya”


Well, I don’t want to sound like I didn’t enjoy our children’s visit. I enjoyed a lot! But I didn’t actually get the house “back” the way it was before the kids visited until about 4PM today.


I started my venture with the bathrooms yesterday. After I finished changing the bed sheets of the second bed, my husband became sympathetic to me. He told me that he would do the vacuuming for me when he comes for lunch today. So, I did all other things: picked up the things from floors, put the Christmas decorations away, dusted and started mopping. By then it was one in the afternoon. My husband came home. He was inspired by my work and started to vacuum before he reached for his lunch.


Two minutes after my husband started vacuuming, he called me “Bina, can you see if I’m doing the job properly?” I left my mop and ran upstairs to see my husband vacuuming. “This is perfect, Raja,” I said and thanked him with a big smile.


I was still mopping, my husband called me again “Bina, can you go downstairs and check if the sensor in the box is in its place?” I ran downstairs to the basement and check the dust-sensor if it was out of its place in our central vacuum box. The sensor was where it should have been. No problem there. I hollered my husband back “Its fine, Raja”.


I started mopping. My husband called me again “Bina, can you look at the brush?” “I think the brush is not spinning properly.” I was still mopping, but left the mop and went for his help with a pair of scissors. The roller bar of his sweeper was snuggly wrapped up with a massive hairball.


I cut the hair loose and pulled all out of the roller bar strand by strand. My husband’s vacuum cleaner now worked beautifully. But I’m too tired to go back to my mop!