That was the name of your childhood best friend that you are so longing to meet again. Turning pages in old photo album, scraping old papers to recall how she was like.
At this point, you are almost suffocated by the emptiness. The void of memory.
Bothers me a lot when white people ‘accused’ us Asians of “bowing down to social pressure” when we decide to do things with strong religious/cultural/societal ties like wearing a hijab, studying for 20 hours a day, or getting married at 25.
For you white people, freedom seems to be all about running down the street naked. Shagging with everyone you meet. Being allowed to smoke marijuana without being thrown in jail. Getting to be free of any ties with your parents.
Funnily enough, having the opportunity to take our parents in to our home when they are 85 and retired is also a form of joy - and an implementation of freedom - for many of us. No one forced us to do so. We were moved solely on our love for our parents, and our freedom to make decisions as we see fit.
Yes, there are people who are being forced to do these things. But there are also people who are doing it willingly. In front of these people, you better put that nosy attitude away because you sound a lot like a white noise here. Loud but meaningless.
The truth is that one can make a concious decision about wanting to be part of a religious/cultural/societal norm. We live in any way we want it to be, and we like it this way.
No need to liberate us. We are free.
— John Hegarty