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The Invention of Women

When the extraordinary is ordinary, it is worth celebrating (and vice versa). All week and in the spirit of the #InternationalWomensDay, I’ve made a more conscious effort to read through articles and watch videos about women achievers who have changed the world (my favourite was computer scientist Margaret Hamilton who discovered the code which got us to the moon), but I had to share this specific 1980 read from one of the very influential authors of my generation (and a Salman Rushdie inspiration), Ursula K. Le Guin who has in her essay “Introducing Myself” explored the complexity of what gender means with great eloquence. Below is an excerpt of her essay, and one that resonated with the man and woman in me.

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– photo courtesy of AFFOB –

“I am a man. Now you may think I’ve made some kind of silly mistake about gender, or maybe that I’m trying to fool you, because my first name ends in a, and I own three bras, and I’ve been pregnant five times, and other things like that that you might have noticed, little details. But details don’t matter… I predate the invention of women by decades. Well, if you insist on pedantic accuracy, women have been invented several times in widely varying localities, but the inventors just didn’t know how to sell the product. Their distribution techniques were rudimentary and their market research was nil, and so of course the concept just didn’t get off the ground. Even with a genius behind it an invention has to find its market, and it seemed like for a long time the idea of women just didn’t make it to the bottom line. Models like the Austen and the Brontë were too complicated, and people just laughed at the Suffragette, and the Woolf was way too far ahead of its time.”

More of her essay can be read here.

It’s Women’s Day everyday, let no one convince you otherwise.

 

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More Being

I love this video.

Women speaking from the heart, reminiscing about their youth, the to-DON’T-do lists they wish they had, the goodnight kisses and the dancing they wish they indulged in.

These wise women argue that the most important thing to us as human beings should be “being” instead of doing. I couldn’t agree more #LetGo


Newbie

A friend of the blog told me last night: “I know that love can be blinding, but don’t stop writing.” And it stuck with me. I gave it a good thought before bed, and concluded that this specific kind of love is anything but blinding.

Mykonos - June 2014

Mykonos – June 2014

It’s empowering; it greatly stretches my limits to accept, and be more patient, and giving. I do have my insecurities, these little doubts in the back of my mind (who doesn’t), but this kind of love, it helps befriend them, bring them to light, and make peace with them. It is friendship before love. It is love before comfort.

He’s a pro, you know… and am a newbie to this kind of love.

 


Skylight

I recently came across- with difficulty- some translated works of the eloquent Persian poet Hafez, and this particular one stuck with me: “Even after all this time, the Sun never says to the Earth (You owe me). Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky.”

And I figured the sun and the earth need not necessarily be lovers. They could be a mother and a daughter, a brother and a sister, an employee and a mentor, a friend and a friend. And then there is this seemingly simplistic, yet very vital component of any healthy and prosperous relationship: let be. Be and let be.

(this photo is stolen - courtesy of @walidkaraoui)

(this photo is totally stolen – courtesy of @walidkaraoui)

Accepting others for who they are is no easy task, that’s for sure. But we give it our best shot. Because to each his forte and to each his flaws. And if we are to plant little seeds of long-lasting happiness in our lives, acceptance of others, as they are, is key for starters.

And then, more importantly, comes our keenness to help them flourish- in their own way, at their own pace.

And then when they do, those little seeds of happiness that we planted will grow a little.

And then “whenever happiness hears our names, it will be running through the streets trying to find us.” (caution: I might get stuck on Hafez!)


Fruit Roll-Ups

Following my short but sweet love affair with Italy earlier last month, I was on quite a high. I came back to Dubai flooded with inspiration. Everything seemed rosy, bright and heart-shaped (naturally) to me, and so when I communicated with Grazia Middle East and was informed that I would be featured in their new “style hunter” section (because- surprise- they liked my style), I was ecstatic.

I hadn’t really been exposed to the alluphotoring world of fashion so intrepidly just yet, so I didn’t quite know what to expect. I had of course, shamelessly spent endless days and nights, devouring pages of InStyle and Glamour magazines growing up, and I’ve had my share of splurges, but I do not recall ever having been so enchanted by the simplest feel of charm, a feel I was immediately greeted with, the minute I set foot at the magazine’s offices (this is no Devil wears Prada talk!).

Forget designer clothes, bags and stilettos (try hard)- it was the people, their flares, their walks, their “hello-es”, their overall effortless demeanors that seemed so enticing to me, having just spent an entire day in my closet (literally), trying to select outfits suitable for the occasion.

I was amazed at how excited I was, and then as I shyly tried to pose for the camera, all my excitement suddenly materialized: no matter how grounded of an individual I am, no matter how many literature books I read, or anti-capitalism movements I root for, there is something so enthralling about beauty that the mere woman in me – and in every woman– can’t not acknowledge: a beauty that is growing on us as we grow wiser, and more confident of our bodies and our perfect imperfections.

So here’s to the vain, the intellectual, the dancer, the reader, the adventurous, the foodie, the athletic, the style rebel. Here’s to all the women – in the beautiful women that we are (Hello, Mahmoud Darwish!)
Here’s to many more one minutes of fame, and not minutes but lifetimes of light, serenity, and fruit roll- ups!


Burgers

She gave herself a whole day to go mad, and shout, and cry her eyes out. October was undeniably daunting (for all astrological signs alike as Susan Miller assures), and funnily enough, the harder she tried to keep it together, the harder she seemed to collapse.

She dropped her five acts of kindness for the day, and determined to channel the entire energy that her body contained on hating on men, the consideration they lacked, the words they oppressed, the emotions they eradicated right from the center of her heart!

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For once, she felt totally exposed. She could actually feel emotional nudity leaving its marks on her wary mind and heart, for the first time, in a very long time.

How could a heart so small give away emotions so large?

For once, she chose to confess and take a stand for what her heart wanted, for what her heart expected of her, but she could barely keep up. Engulfed with sudden emptiness on the inside, she wanted to give it her best shot.

She tried.

One massive confession followed by one massive wave of silence. One massive wave of silence followed by one massive counter- confession.

She tried to hate on men, but couldn’t.

She couldn’t hate to start with (which made it all so complicated), and then she couldn’t also hate on men (speaking of kindness..)

She tried.

But men are men. And women are women.

Women share burgers. Men keep it all for their own.


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