Each time I see a poster of an obituary, I always say to myself "it could have been me." This life is not promised and won't be forever. Gradually, you see all your loved ones die and fade away. The only thing you have is memories of them enclosed in your hearts and in photo albums. When you think of them, you have this heartache and void that can never be filled. I guess life sometimes comes with this emptiness that's hard to explain. Sometimes, you feel the tiny sobs wail down your throat but you never cry, and then other times, the cry comes out like a burst with uncontrollable tears rolling down your cheeks. We must all die the say but we never know when and that's what makes it even scarier. It could come on your happiest day or on your saddest day and then, it leaves you breathless. Death comes like a thief at night and robs you off your soul, the most valuable thing that shows that you're human because without it you wouldn't exist and know what...
As a little girl, I knew and understood what gender inequality was even when no one explained it to me. I was always whisked away into the kitchen to learn how to cook, not because it was a necessary life hack or skill to survive, but because I will become a woman that will get married someday and will be expected to cater to my husband and children. It made me hate cooking because my brothers were left to play all the time. I was flogged and punished if I don’t get to stay in the kitchen and learn from my mother. It took me moving out of my family house and living alone to like and enjoy cooking. It became clear to me that I was being kind to myself and taking care of my health by taking out time to cook the things I loved. I also remembered how I got beaten and was stopped from playing football because I sustained an injury on my leg. I was told that I was a girl and didn’t need injuries on my leg because it would spoil my leg and make me unattractive. I wasn’t also...