The Spinster, the failure

My father calls me a spinster.
My is concerned that I will live alone.
My father love me, and his concern is reflected in a rude way.
He tells me in a humiliating way,
" You spinster, you failure."
Are women in your age are married, have childern.
You are a failure, a fatty, a clumsy girl.
You do not how to open a house,
you do not how to get the love of men,
you do not know how to get their interest, their gaze or even  their respect,
who will marry a 40,
who will marry a ton,
who will marry a failue.
And he forgets that have success areas, that I am humanbeing.


Dad do not call me a failure.
Am I not the dynamo of the house,
Am I not the care giver of an Alzheimer patient.
Am I not a Ph.D. holder.

I was created by Allah for a purpose.

I do not need a husband.


Tell me you need to lose weight to be healthy,
to improve your professional opportunities,
to be in shape,
to be respected,
to be a role  model for my students,
to cut the weight that cuffs me and imprisons  me,



Tell me so in a nice way.

Tell me that I am a success but I need to work on my weaknesses.
I need to work on my weight, on my appearance, to be more successful.


Do not call me the spinster, the failure. 

Some Arab Men Are Nice

I was in Darra I took a signed for a taxi. he stood for a number of men then they told me that they did not agree. He said that he stopped for me, being a woman. So, I took the taxi and said I misunderstood. I asked to go to Abraa. While on the way, he asked me if I am married, a weird question. I lied and said yes. He said he is Emerati, which I do not believe as his Arabic is not good. When we reached Abraa, I asked him to stop the taxi, he refused and said this is not Abraa. I said I want to go down as this is Abraa as the day before I asked the taxi driver about the name of the area. I also asked about its name two days ago. he took the money, and said lets go to Sharekaa. Sharekkaa is nice and cosy.  You will have fun. Here I realized that i was being harassed. I asked him trice to stop the taxi and open the door but he refused. So, I began hitting the window so that people would see me. At this point  he


 I calmed down, went shopping, then I walked on Wafarage. Tired of walking, I saw an Arab guy, walking with a European women. I was happy for I have been walking for an hour and I have waved for a number of taxis and they did not stop. I asked where can find taxi stops and he lead me. After walking for some time, he came back and asked if need help holding the bags.

He is a real Arab man who came back for an old fatty and offered help.