I was very sad because my teacher wouldnâ€™t let me repeat my exams. She ignored my request and it broke all of my dreams. I decided to walk alone outside. I was really disappointed that I had lost my chance to go to the university. I really didnâ€™t know what to do. Even the news that my other friends were doing well disturbed me. I had promised my family that I would pass my exams and bring them good reports. So how could I go home? What would I say to them?
I was deep in thought as I walked on the street. I just wanted to hear my own voice and cry and shout and I wanted to share everything with God alone. Suddenly a car stopped near me. In it were two boys. They were trying to disturb me by saying bad words. I didnâ€™t respond. They got even meaner as they tried to humiliate me about my glasses. â€œLook, that old girl wears glasses and has lost her way home and is walking on the street.â€ Then they asked: â€œWhere can we drop you?â€ They laughed a lot. I couldnâ€™t say anything to them. I was alone, and also afraid.
Finally I took a stone that I wanted to throw at them. But they were gone before I could throw it. I was really afraid that I couldnâ€™t defend myself. I felt even more sad and cried because of my weakness. What is my fault? Why canâ€™t I defend myself? Why should I listen to those bad words? The â€˜whyâ€™ kept eating at me, but I didnâ€™t find an answer. I had really lost my way and didnâ€™t know where I should go or what I should aim for, what my goal was.
As I was walking, I saw an older woman. She also looked sad, and tired of life. She was talking to herself under her breath. â€œWhere should I go tonight? What should I take to my hungry children waiting for me under the tent?â€
I asked her: â€œHow can I help you, maâ€™am?â€
She looked at me and said, â€œWe canâ€™t help each other because we are both women.â€
Really, she was right, I thought. If I canâ€™t help myself, how can I help her? When I observed myself next to that woman, there was no difference between me and her. I had lost my hope and she had lost her home. We were both in the same situation. I was thinking how we women are weak and canâ€™t do anything, canâ€™t say anything, and must just accept and give up.
But as I continued home, I thought to myself: â€œWhat do I really want? What should I do to get my goal, even if I have very bad days?â€ First, I want to make myself strong, then my country and society. I see much discrimination in families and in society. Women are victims for many reasons, but mostly just for being women. I decided to never lose hope, and I am sure I will one day be able to speak up to those who have discriminated against me.
See also “Life Leaves Us Turn By Turn” by Shogofa