Sunday, July 02, 2006

Feeling suffocated...

Montreal is amazing in the summer. Yesterday was Canada Day, plus there is the Jazz Festival going on right now and on top of that we have the World Cup games! Being new in Canada, I was all set to explore Canada Day yesterday with all the fireworks, parade and concerts. I mentioned to my parents that they should come but they declined - too crowded and too noisy, they said. So I made plans of my own. I went to a friend's house for dinner and after that gathered some friends and headed to the old port. The concert was beginning at 9:30pm and the fireworks at 10:30. Hmmm.. this is usually far beyond when I was usually home so I called and let my mother know. She was not happy. I told her grandparents were out, mothers, children, huge families, everyone was out there anticipating the beautiful sky displays and enjoying the music. And I was adamant to enjoy it - my first Canada Day!

Needless to say, this morning I got the cold treatment. How dare I come home so late? It is a continuous struggle with the parents who live a completely isolated life, enjoying their daily tasks mainly within the confines of our home. Whereas I am so full of life, I want to experience everything and anything and never ever have I compromised my Muslim values and overstepped my boundaries. And yet, I still get the comments that I am excessive and out too much "like a boy" because I like to integrate into this world and see what it has to offer, and my parents sit afraid and isolated at home. I wish I had sisters or brothers who were here with me and can enjoy with me while my parents' hearts are at rest, but I don't. So what am I to do? I refuse to just lock myself in my room and let life pass me by... But at the same time, I never enjoy myself when I go out beyond a certain time because my watch begins to haunt me... Looking back now, I wonder - where the fireworks really worth it? The only difference between going and staying in my room was that I had the momentary pleasure of being there amongst hundreds of thousands of Montrealers celebrating a great evening - but this morning, the feeling is pretty much the same as if I wouldn't have gone out at all.

Sitting here right now, I feel like I do not deserve this. I feel punished for being from colliding worlds and having strings pulling me in different directions. My parents' fear suffocates me. And in reality, I really am a daughter they should be proud of - never been wild, never done anything "wrong", always the responsible one in the group - but nonetheless, they complain because I want to be out experiencing the world whereas for them, good girls stay home past dark. So I guess I am not a good girl.

***I do love my parents very much and I am certainly a good girl, this was just written in a moment of frustration. :)


At 2:04 PM, Blogger KhadijaTeri said...

Don't feel guilty! It was good that you went out and enjoyed yourself and took part in the celebrations. You are different from your parents, they'll never understand.

At 2:25 AM, Blogger Anglo-Libyan said...

Are you the same Nura that won the Tebra award?
congratulations if you are or good luck if not.

At 7:17 PM, Blogger Nura said...

Yes indeed I am the same Nura. And I did not win the award, I was just asked to contribute my thoughts and experiences, which I did with pleasure hoping that many people reading would relate and find comfort in that. :)

At 1:16 AM, Blogger Anglo-Libyan said...

well congratulations anyway for your contribution which im sure will be inspiring and comforting for many Libyan people born outside of Libya.

At 3:48 PM, Blogger piccolina said...

GOD nura if it was only about a cold treatment then u r so lucky !! i can't even think of doing such thing !! i'm lost in this the same as u r ..i wanna go and try this life ,i love my parents alot but i don't get it when they don't let us go and do live this life .thier fear is killing me !! at least u r not in libya !!

At 6:07 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

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n.u.r.a.h so i just glansted at yours but a.k.a its prety cool visit myn at



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