“IN THIS LIFE; YOU ARE EITHER A PASSENGER OR A PILOT. IT IS YOUR CHOICE.”
Yesterday, when I was drinking my coffee, some thoughts came into my mind. I wondered why in some situations I don’t have this feeling that I am an adult and can do it all by myself. I see that some people who are way younger than me can do some much more by themselves and never ask help from their parents or anyone else. But me on the other hand, I don’t do much on my own. I am twenty years old, some people get married by this age and some, live alone by this age.
It brought me back to the Egyptian society. If you don’t know this by now, I am Egyptian. Here in Egypt, a women can never live on her own, it would be in rare occasions where you would find a woman living alone, maybe men, but not women. This is due to long list of factors. It might be the economic condition in Egypt, we don’t really have this high standard of living in Egypt, so not all women can offered to live on her own. But those who can offered it, like me, also don’t, so why is this?
Well, here come why I started this blog. The Egyptian society. The Egyptian society is known by its strict rules and the judgments. I had this opportunity of living alone this year, because of my college, but here is what my mom said to me, and I quote “You would have a bad reputation.” Let me tell you that in Egypt, we can’t have a sexual relation before marriage and any girl living on her own, might have some kind of relationship and some men might come to visit her and thus, all of your neighbors would say that you are a bad, nasty, and excuse my language, slut. That was mom.
My dad on the other hand added “You wouldn’t know how to buy food for yourself, deal with the car yourself and…..” You can see where he is going. I know that parents never see that their children have grown and they always keep treating them like they are babies, but is this the reason why sometimes I feel that I can’t work on my own. That I can’t live by my own.
The thing is that as any daughter I want to be free, independent and able to do things by myself, but how would I do it, if my parents are not giving me the chance to do it? How would I learn from my mistakes, if they weren’t mine, but theirs? How would I deal, if something happened to them and I am not trained to be independent? How would I be a mother, if I can’t even be me?
And now, I am passing this question to you. Not growing up? Is it our fault or our parents?
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