I belong to a family where females are mostly house makers and they don’t do outdoor tasks and activities. My mother was a housewife and my father was a high school teacher. I was working at the university, where I graduated from, as a teaching assistant. It was March 2007. My boss called me and… Continue reading Self-Story # 4: Gender – Girls don’t do it…
It was a hot summer day of July 2012 as I climbed in a bus along with my husband from a bus stop which was just across the place where we were living. It has been just a few days since we immigrated to Canada and were renting a place in a quiet crescent of… Continue reading Self Story # 3: I am not White but an Asian Immigrant
Exactly one month and 8 days had passed and I was still living in a strange place. Everything was different around me, my bed, the house, the peoples, the language and the surroundings outside was not part of my former memories. Everything was new, everything felt out the ordinary. My home was now thousands of… Continue reading Self-Story # 2: The moment I came to know Canada
It was a lovely morning of July 27, 2014, when we were blessed with a baby boy. My husband and I had been waiting for this moment from seven years. I did not want the feeling to go away when nurse put the baby on my tummy. Many tears were dropped in that moment. The… Continue reading Self-Story # 1: We have everything!