“There was a mosque close to our house and one Friday afternoon the mullah started preaching about women working for international organizations. He was preaching about it being haram (forbidden) and said no husband should allow his wife to do this. His view was that women should not work alongside non-believers and that any salary was also haram.…(I) was the only woman in the entire province working for an international organization so it had to be me the mullah was referring to…Ironically, when I became a member of parliament (MP) a few years later this very same mullah came to ask for my help. He was also a religious teacher and had been kicked out of his job and he wanted me to intervene with the Ministry of Education. Back at the time when he preached against me he would never have come to me for help, but years later even a man like that could accept that women now played a role in government and society. That is why it is so important to have women in public and governmental roles, because by doing so people’s views can slowly change.’
-The Favored Daughter, by Fawzia Koofi
— Ernest Hemingway (via selfinspiration)
I discovered these common, self imposed restrictions are rather insidious, though they start out simple enough. We begin by worrying we aren’t good enough, smart enough or talented enough to get what we want, then we voluntarily live in this paralyzing mental framework, rather than confront our own role in this paralysis. Just the possibility of failing turns into a dutiful self-fulfilling prophecy. We begin to believe that these personal restrictions are, in fact, the fixed limitations of the world. We go on to live our lives, all the while wondering what we can change and how we can change it, and we calculate and re-calculate when we will be ready to do the thing s we want to do. And we dream. If only. If only. One day. Some day.
Every once in a while — often when we least expect it — we encounter someone more courageous, someone who choose to strive for that which (to us) seemed unrealistically unattainable, even elusive. And we marvel. We swoon. We gape. Often , we are in awe. I think we look at these people as lucky, when in fact, luck has nothing to do with it. It is really about the strength of their imagination; it is about how they constructed the possibilities for their Life. In short, unlike me, they didn’t determine what was impossible before it was even possible.
If you imagine less, less will be what you undoubtedly deserve. Do what you love, and don’t stop until you get what you love. Work as hard as you can, imagine immensities, don’t compromise, and don’t waste time. Start now. Not 20 years from now, not two weeks from now. Now.
Song: “This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)” by Talking Heads
“Do what you love, and don’t stop until you get what you love. Work as hard as you can, imagine immensities, don’t compromise, and don’t waste time. Start now. Not 20 years from now, not two weeks from now. Now.”
Stjepan Filipović, a Croatian Partisan who fought against Axis forces during WWII, moments before his own execution.
Moments before dying, he threw his arms into the air and yelled, ”Death to fascism, freedom to the people!”
Valjevo, Yugoslavia - May 22, 1942.
“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”— Ernest Hemingway (via selfinspiration)
Going out to dinner with my dad on Monday.
This will be the first time he sees me in hijab.
I discovered these common, self imposed restrictions are rather insidious, though they start out simple enough. We begin by worrying we aren’t...