My dad's fairly fine on most days except when he's not. On those other days he can be cruel, selfish and downright abusive. Today was one of those days. Is it really our fault on how we dress? Even though the dresses we were wearing was covering every inch of our body. Or that the men on the sidewalk were staring at us? They were staring at every passing women even those who were wearing an abaya(a full-length, sleeveless outer garment worn by some Muslim women.) To say that he wishes to bury us or cut our heads? Is that the kind of upbringing he's giving us? And what does he expect? That we will listen to him? Maybe we will. Yes, ofcourse we will but only out of pure fear. But in our hearts we will never be able to accept it. Maybe despise it too. Again these questions arise in my mind. Is this the kind of upbringing he has given us? And is this the kind we will end up giving our kids too?
