The True Feelings Of A Technical Immigrant

My parents grew up in cities, I grew up in a suburb in America. But no matter how urban society gets, the backward village mentality still haunts exists. We see ourselves as progressive. Accepting of people from different religions, cultures and races. Because we are progressive. In fact, we are so progressive that we forgot to look back and realize that we left our girls behind. We told our sons to be progressive. To value women. To treat women with respect. But when did we teach our daughters? When did we tell our daughters that they deserve respect? They deserve to be valued? When did we tell our daughters that they are no different from our sons? We didn’t. Because we are progressive. We moved to cities, we moved across the world, but we remind our daughters that they should only go out when the sun is up because someone else’s son is out when the sun is down. And he can be out because he is a strong man and you are a weak girl. We tell our daughters we are concerned for

I’ve started writing this post over and over again. I didn’t want to, but now I’m ready. (I hope so.) This could not make any sense and be a ramble, but hey what’s new?   My family is full of movers, and thinkers, and doers. People you study, write, and learn. People who work hard, go against the norms. Encourage knowledge and living. But movers, thinkers, and doers don’t pop-up out of nowhere, they’re shaped by a mover, thinker, and doer who was shaped by one and so on and so on. It’s like an expensive family heirloom passed on from one generation to the next. But right now I want to talk about one mover, thinker, and doer who taught me what a mover, thinker, doer is. And more importantly how to become one. Nana. Dr. Zainuddin KurbanHussein Natalwala. The best mover, thinker, doer I know. He touched the life of everyone who’s ever met him. I wish I could say I knew him well, but I didn’t. I knew him as a granddaughter. I knew him as a man my mother told me about, and a man