She created a Home for us, but did we do the Same? Or did we fail? Did she loose herself in becoming our Mother? Who is She if this identity is taken away from her and would she be okay letting go of it in the first place to begin with? Do I have that agency?   These questions have troubled me- as a daughter as a feminist. Often, I find myself in conflict with myself these two roles overlapping at times, confrontational other times.   We received some powerfully emotional responses on Aama'

Our sunshine and our pillar of strength. The three of us- my father, my brother and I need her. Yet, we never acknowledge that to her; I wonder why.       She lives for us. Her life revolves around us and her world has meaning because of us. And yet, we have given back so less in return. She never asked and we never felt it important to give back to her. Isn’t it always taken for granted that a mother is a giver. I wonder if it iseven possible to compensate for or reciprocate the amount of sacr

Our first writing workshop comes to an end tomorrow. I am both overwhelmed andgrateful for this experience. Over nine intense days of...