|A Woman's diary (standard:Satire, 4606 words)|
|Author: Safaa||Added: Mar 21 2008||Views/Reads: 2974/1429||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|My short story is like a diary where Fatima writes her problems after getting married. She represents the Moroccan society and culture, more precisely the women’s world. Brief, it is from the feminist prospective: it is up to you dear reader to tire out t|
A Woman's diary Short story written by: Safaâ A Woman's diary Thursday, May 14, 2008 This is the first day of my conjugal life with Abd-Rahman. I don't know why I was so scared to get married?! Maybe because I have heard a lot about unsuccessful marriage stories ,and I don't want to live the same scenes, but after all everything seems okay now... in this diary I'll not precise the days because they are not important as much as what is going on is important, isn't it?!...* Today we went to the market and I propose to my husband to buy covertures because I feel cold at night these days but he started whining and he said to me that he doesn't have money! I wonder why he married me if he can't afford me what I want ?!!!!...* 5 months has gone and my husband seems so upset as if he wants to say something and he couldn't, and finally, he throw it out! He said “ look Fatima, if you work too, maybe, our living standard would be better and you know we can build our house and we can have as many children as we want, you know.....!?” I was eating at that time, then I stopped and I looked at him as if I was looking for a clear reason for this suggestion because I know that non of these reasons were convincing!...* I started in the second day applying for jobs. By the way, I was once a university student and I had my B.A degree in Economics. I prefer to get married and stay at home looking after my own children then going out and being ill-treated and, or hurt. It doesn't mean that I am living in a jungle, but as we, women, are sensible beings and our GOD doesn't want us to be hurt in anyways. It's better for us to relax the whole day at home like princesses. Now, this rule is broken and he wants me to work and to confront the outside world even though we agreed in the beginning that I will look after the house only and that I will not go out to work. I hate to work with men who don't respect women. They stare at you as if you are a prey or something that he wants to release himself and then throw it when he is done! Sorry for being so clear in describing this but it is the truth; don't tell me that it happens only in my country, but it does in any place in the world. Men are all human beings and they are all the same no matter where they live! It's a fact even though he may look nice and respectful but be sure when he will find the occasion he will not hesitate any second to attack you ...* I finally find a job, I started working and working the whole day and our life gets better. I come from work exhausted and I have to cook and to do the housework before resting. The whole day I am like a soulless corpse; I don't have time for my husband and even for myself; let alone, the house!....* The tension inside the house is increasing because of money. He said to me that I have to pay the rent and to buy vegetables and all the kitchen's needs, while he has just to solve administrative affaires. It is not fair! Therefore, we dispute usually about this division. I thought that once I work our life is going to be better, but I was wrong. I don't feel okay the whole day at work and worse when I come home, where it is supposed to be the place where person can relax!!...* Today, is the first day he insulted me ...I cannot describe what I felt when I heard that words. We went so far this time discussing the issue of money and he seems to me today not normal as if he hates me and he said to me: “ look you have to give me the whole salary because it's for our good otherwise you go out...." After that, when I tried to explain my opinion, he called me “stupid cow!” I was shocked! I was helping him and now I just have been insulted! Oh! GOD give me strength to control the words that come out of my mouth otherwise I will show him my other face...I will not forget it, never. I just shut my mouth; and I went to my bedroom; I slept my face to the wall...* I could not wake up today. I feel not okay and I asked him to give me Click here to read the rest of this story (310 more lines)
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