After a lifetime of living with family, I am living on my own.
Living on your own is not something I could ever have imagined easily.
It did not occur to me, naturally, because, where I come from, it’s an extremely distant possibility.
You have to be someone’s sister, daughter, mother, wife and so on and so forth…
You have to embody a prescribed ‘role’
But that’s patriarchy and society.
My spiritual sense believes that the divine scheme gets superimposed over patriarchy and society.
Hence, my becoming a part of the Inter Faith Women’s Residency Program was meant to be.
It’s a small piece of a larger puzzle that makes more sense everyday.
From the word go, the ‘Inter-Faith’ component dominated what the program was, for me, and what it stood for.
Just recently, I have realized the enormity of the component that is ‘Women’s’
Moving in has helped me come into my own on many levels.
I get quiet time for reflection and contemplation about ‘myself’ as opposed to myself plus one or more.
I think about my life, who I am, where I come from, where I’m headed, and, where I want to be.
Being around 4 incredibly smart and strong, women influences my perspective on how I should deal with anger, sadness and joy.
I feel love, peace, positiveness, support.
I know that satisfying feeling of returning home after a long work-related tour:
When you return to all that you are familiar with like your mother’s warm embrace that makes you feel like melting in her soft, bulbous frame, her comforting food, and, an afternoon of chatting with her in hot, Karachi, summer afternoons with the drapes pulled over open windows making the harsh sun light, soft and tapered, yet, allowing a refreshing cool breeze from the sea to pour right into the room.
As time goes by, and we spend more time with each other, sharing the highs and the lows, I feel like I have come ‘home’