My Big Fat Feminist Pregnancy
July 9, 2012
As a girl playing with my dolls, I always pretended they were other people’s kids. As an adult I lumped getting pregnant with getting married, and slapped a “no thank you” on both.
As a girl playing with my dolls, I always pretended they were other people’s kids. As an adult I lumped getting pregnant with getting married, and slapped a “no thank you” on both.
For a community that celebrates tying the knot with all the bells, whistles, and horses they can muster, it’s no wonder “divorce” is such an unmentionable.
A chorus of soft voices reciting Dha Dhin Dhin Dha shook my focus. I turned to find my two little munchkins reciting teentaal while playing with their trucks!
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I was named after a famous Pakistani actress, a screen goddess: Zeba. When people ask me how to pronounce it, I tell them, “Well, it rhymes with ‘labour’ or ‘neighbour’.”
Memories of her mother…asking the dear Queen if she would hire her to work at Buckingham Palace: “You are like my family. You are very decent people. I want to help you. I will do what you need, cook, clean, iron.”
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The children are the chess pieces on this board game called divorce, while the parents are the key players making their moves as they see fit.
“If India had been a man, we would have had a very unhealthy relationship.”
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How–with no vehicle, no viable jobs lined up, and barely any contacts–did they successfully immigrate to a country as literally and figuratively cold as Canada, with three kids younger than 15?
How will our kids be able to find their passion with so much competitive pressure to be good at everything?