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I’m not married yet. I don’t even know when I will. Since I’m not married of course I’ve never given a birth to a precious gift called children. So here I am living my life as a free-spirited woman looking for what’s more to life. Nevertheless I know how it feels to be a parent. Well my job allows me to have this role for a while. Tiring? Exhausting to be precise. Stressful? Couldn’t agree more especially when they’re fighting, nagging, and crying. Fun? What’s more fun than seeing their smiles, laughs, and their sparkling eyes when they play, share their stories, or learn with you. They are everything everyone could wish for. However I couldn’t stop wondering. Why are you having a child if you can’t keep him safe? Why are you letting your dearest 2-year old son drink that bloody liquor you enjoy with your friends in the middle of the night? Why are you making him drunk when you can always read him goodnight stories, invite him to have an adventure to a neverland, sing a lullaby,...

A few months ago, I read an article on an online website. That article was about a woman who came back home to Indonesia after living independently for years in Australia and s he was struggling to adapt with her parents and family. When I read that I felt like it’s something my future self writes for me. She shared about how her parents have a very distinctive point of view from her. They argue a lot almost about everything. She was having her 2nd culture shock eventhough she was in a place supposedly called as home. Everything felt so foreign for her. She started questioning what home is, where it really is. If you had read my previous posts, you must have known that I came back to my parents’ house after living independently for 9 years. I actually predicted that it is not going to be easy, living together again under one roof with our differences eventhough we’re indeed blood related. And yes, it is not easy for me. Just like other family, my parents and I have simil...

Malang, 30 Sep. 19 who owns my life? they say this and that. do the way they do and shut up. no questions no choices. is it because the way I look? is it because I was born like this? where do I belong? they say my life is at home. bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, are my whole world, my nature. so why did God create this universe if my only world is just a square? am I not deserving it? who writes my story? they say I don’t need a pen or book or knowledge. everything is already decided. just sit and do. no questions, no criticism. so what are my mouth, fingers, brain, and heart for if the only thing I’m allowed to do is silent? who am I? I’m not what they say. I own my life. I belong to where I want to be. I write my story, not with their pen, but with my own one. zaturania Notes : I wrote this piece because I was inspired by Tara, the main character of a memoir entitled Educated . Reading this book brok...

Malang, 29 Mei 2018 Image is taken from this site Jadi, sekarang aku sedang membaca sebuah buku berjudul A Woman among Warlords karya Malalai Joya. Ada yang familiar dengan nama tersebut? Mungkin beberapa di antara kalian ada yang mengaitkan Malalai Joya dengan Malala Yousafzai, seorang aktivis kemanusiaan dan hak asasi manusia asal Pakistan yang berusia sangat muda dan penulis buku I am Malala . Langkah kalian menghubungkan kedua wanita hebat ini tidak salah sama sekali. Kenapa? Karena mereka berdua memiliki semangat dan renjana yang sama yakni berjuang demi kemerdekaan dan hak asasi manusia terutama wanita. Kemiripan nama Malalai Joya dan Malala Yousafzai aku pikir bukan sekedar kebetulan belaka. Malalai adalah nama yang sangat terhormat. Nama tersebut merupakan nama seorang pahlawan wanita yang membebaskan Afghanistan dari tirani penjajahan Kerajaan Inggris. Aku yakin orang tua Malalai Joya dan Malala Yousafzai memberikan nama pahlawan tersebut dengan harapan putri ...

Malang, 08 Maret 2018 How significant are women in this world? As unimportant as a spec of a dust? Or as important as the air we breathe? In many countries, women have their own freedom to pursue their life, to be what they dream of, to go wherever they want, and to have their own basic rights. We can see a lot of great women raise up, speak up, and act. They become teachers, doctors, politicians, leaders, and the best mothers for their children. Yet, not all women are as lucky as they are. There are a lot more women who are badly oppressed and treated just because plenty of people out there think women’s main functions are just giving birth, taking care of kids, and cooking meals. As a girl who has lived in a conservative society, I’ve seen and experienced being judged by those who think women are insignificant. People keep saying that girls don’t need good and high education since they eventually will end up at the kitchen, serve meals to family, give birth, and change diap...