(*Just a note, my father has also been a large role in my life and is equal to my mother in terms of positive influence on my life. I just wanted to write about my mother’s endeavors to prove that, females are no less than males*)
In the past, males were thought of as greater than females. They were seen as stronger, smarter, more decisive, and all in all, the better gender. Based on my life experiences, I see this as false. In my perspective, the gender of a human being does not decide its worth, rather, it is the efforts and determination that arbitrate its value.
Throughout my entire life, my mother is definitely one who has always been by my side, regardless of whether I require assistance or not. There is not a single recollection I have where my mother neglected to aid me, or even to just support me. Somehow, she can always decipher my mood before I so much as say a word, and is consistently prepared for how I may react. It cannot be more clear that she loves me and is devoted to making my present the best it can be, as well as caring about my future. Not getting enough opportunities in her childhood, she is determined to create more than enough for her children.
16 years ago, my family was the first of the Tariq family to set foot on foreign land. Before this, even the thought of leaving Pakistan, our home country, was absurd. Being born in Pakistan, a growing country which had separated from India just 50 years ago, I was thrown into a world where poverty was widespread and there was a large amount of gender inequality. When I was born, however, my father had already left for Canada early on, so he could start his pharmaceutical career and get on his feet before bringing his family. My mother was left alone to care for two infants, and due to the vast amount of gender inequality, she was forced to struggle to both meet her own necessities as well as her children’s. She was determined to raise healthy children, even at the cost of her own welfare. Her sleepless nights were accompanied only by her anxiety of how the next day would turn out. Whether or not her children would be satisfied by the small amount of food she was given to feed them, or if she would be forced to sacrifice portions of her ration to fulfill these infant’s needs. From what I’ve seen, her perseverance and patience remain unmatched, and she is willing to allocate her own requisites for the sake of her children, which I have perceived only recently.
Ever since I was young, I lived life carefree and took every opportunity and advantage given to me for granted. Back then, I didn’t really think of those sacrifices that my mother had to make as anything special. I thought that these duties were something every mother had to go through. Only now, 15 years later, do I realize how grateful I should’ve been, and should still be. Not only had she had to go through her own struggles, she decided to live out mine too. My mother has been, and will always continue to be, a large potion of my life’s dedications. She had looked gender inequality in the eye, and clearly it was due to her patience and determination, but my father has also held a vast position in my life, as far as influencing the part my mother had on it.
Although males were seen as better than females, my dad had never been one to take advantage of his gender, but instead kept the power of genders in balance. He realized early on that this woman would be the caretaker of his children, and that his lack of respect to her would lead to potential harm for his children. Not physical harm, but rather negligence. He allowed my mother to have every freedom she desired, as long as she kept to her religion and taught their children well. My father was both the financial source of the family, as well as another adviser of character. Together, my parents have shaped me as the way I am, and I am in debt to both of them.
Every step I’ve taken, every decision I’ve made, has been shadowed by my mother’s presence. I really should be thankful for that. Had she not been so persevering, my entire existence would have crumbled at a young age. She was, continues to be, and will always remain, the best mother I could possibly ask for.