Everyone has told a white lie sometime or another. Some lies go unnoticed and some are discovered. Some lies ruin relationships and some make them last; either way the guilt of lying is stays with you forever. So how does it feel to actually live a lie? Any middle eastern girl can answer this question for you because just about every middle eastern girl lives a lie.
My friends and I sit outside of Panera Bread having some coffee and lunch. We joke about how each one of us girls has our own lie about what we told our parents in order to get out of the house. I am supposedly sitting at school studying for a final; well at least thats what my parents think. We talk about how lying about such insignificant things comes so easy to us as if it runs in our blood. To simply make up bull shit on the spot and look someone straight in the eye and not mean a word of what your saying is a terrible gift.
It was a gift given to me as well as every other middle eastern girl at birth because it is a gift of allowing us make it from day to day in my world. We do not lie because we want to; we lie because we have to. Something as simple as meeting up with some friends to have some coffee is not okay in the eyes of my parents. To them going out with friends defines me as a wild child therefore everything I do is unacceptable. The only thing "acceptable" to my parents is to go to school. Going to the movies, our out without my father or brother with me, or really doing anything without the permission or presence of a male makes me a wild girl. Now I understand that there are certain times and situations in which it would makes sense to have a male figure around such as going out late at night or being some where unsafe alone. But if something as simple as getting the mail or opening the door for the pizza guy can get me in trouble then I am content with being a wild child.
In order for me to life a normal life
Sunday, December 6, 2009
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