How This Really Went:

We are desi girls, khandaan ki property is for the brothers but khandaan ki izzat is our responsibility.

We are desi girls, we cry in the bathroom secretly

We are desi girls, we hate our relatives regardless of which side of family they belong to

We are desi girls, we love our father but don't want a husband like him

We are desi girls, we argue with our mothers but also gossip as much

We are desi girls, we think about old school love more than our career

We are desi girls, we say we want a green flag but ironically we end up falling for red flag who resembles our father

We are desi girls, we say we don't want to become like our mother but we still please other people's needs more than our own just like her

We are desi girls, we love kids but we get terrified by the idea of birthing more than two

We are desi girls, we have whole khandaan issues and vice versa

We are desi girls, we say we want princess treatment but end up compromising in the end

We are desi girls, we love our culture and hate it when someone disrespect it

We are desi girls, we want to travel the world but are scared of men approaching us

AI under capitalism

I stab it

It bleeds

The filthy little creature

Sorry for it's sins

No mercy

There never will be

Warming up the earth

Blood soaking through her layers

Some muffled weeping

A scream and anguish

Makes the perfect lullaby

I close my eyes

Its gone for good

As though it had never walked the earth

As it should have been.

Rage by Essencessss

Throughout our entire adolescence women will be adultified. Told that we are ‘more mature’ than our male peers. More responsible, more reliable. We’ll be given tasks and responsibilities that are not expected of our brothers and barely expected of our fathers. The oldest daughter will start to clean and cook and take on child care duties for siblings. We listen to mother’s emotional outbursts of pain because ‘we just get it.’

And when a sixteen year old starts dating a man who’s been out of high-school as long or longer than she’s been there, this rhetoric can be used as justification. “Well she’s actually more mature than he is” her mother titters with a laugh. “He’s the only boy on her level” her father says sagely.

And I ask; how is the sixteen year old girl ‘more mature’ than the adult man who has years worth of life experience, the right to vote, drive a car and purchase liquor? What experiences, privileges, rights or understandings does the high schooler have on this man?

The answer is nothing she is simply more mature by virtue of being female. And isn’t that just so convenient for predatory men.

Why do girls mature faster than boys?

We don’t

Men just need a reason to justify expecting and extracting more from us earlier on in our lives.

I would not change it each time

Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I

तेरी निगाहों में मेरा जहाँ कुछ इस कदर समाया है,

कि तेरे अश्कों से मेरी जिंदगी में एक तूफ़ान सा आया है।

तेरे इश्क के दाग को मैंने सूरमा बनाया है ,

तुझे देख मेरे दिल की धड़कनो ने एक नगमा सजाया है।

तेरे अक्स को मैंने ज़ेहन में कुछ यूं बैठाया है,

कि अब मेरा हर ख्याल तेरी मूरत का बस एक साया है।

मगर इस दीवानगी में मैंने तो सिर्फ गम ही पाया है,

तेरी बेदर्दी  ने आज मेरी वफा पर कफन चढाया है।

I sometimes wonder if my mom would’ve had a better life had she ended up with a different man,I know that would cease my existence,but I hope she knows that I would give up every fickle of my existence to make sure she has the life she deserved.

Here we go

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.