An Alien Like Me
Usually someone's life story starts with chapter 1, but not in this case. When many women become slaves in the world even before they were born and they are raped before they have a chance to become a young woman and are uprooted the day the age of a...
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Usually someone's life story starts with chapter 1, but not in this case. When many women become slaves in the world even before they were born and they are raped before they have a chance to become a young woman and are uprooted the day the age of a teen ends to become a full grown-up, they will not have any chapter. Especially in the third world, for them, chapter 0 comes to life before their life starts and stays with them until they are old and vanish from this world. But sometimes it takes only one hero to come in your dream to pull you out of your hurtful childhood and help you to find a way to the healing future, and you decide to fully immune your soul and spirit and protect the childhood of many other children. That is when you know that you are on the path to be able to start your chapter with number 1-a chapter that you can write about, even if it hurts to write. You can tell the world that you have your own head to write your own destiny you are proud to have. That is when you are determined to go extra miles to write the history of your lost childhood. The word destiny in Farsi means "head wrote." How do you write one's own destiny if there is nothing to put in the head in the first place, I wonder? In many countries, the practice of raising slaves is still active in some villages and even in some cities. And that gives birth to ill society. Ill society doesn't stay still; it wanders around the globe to collapse on noble society. That's when victimization claws women back over and over again, even when you are in a civilized country. Because the mind and the body both are equally damaged. Perhaps the reason for me to become a volunteer for a woman who was running for election in 2007 was born in my heart when I was seven years old and my grandma gave me a pen for a New Year's present and said, "You too can write!" And I kept the dream of writing about women in my mind since I was a little child who stood up to walk and was trained to walk a few steps be
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