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"VOF Week 2: (Moment of pain, When I knew I am a girl)"

Each person has a leadership style that they feel comfortable with. What must realize is that there are different styles of leadership that are required for different situations. All people like to believe that they are democratic leaders because that is the style that fits in with dealing with their peer group. What they must understand is that they may have to switch to a different style of leadership to get the issue accomplished.

This is very painful when someone knows his reality and it brings him to pain. I had faced that moment. Yes when I know I am a girl I feel a pain which was unbearable. That moment, that pain I cannot forget ever in my life. I want to share you that story when I was shocked knowing that I am a girl which have some discriminations in society.

I am the elder child of my parents and gain the whole love from my parents as well my relatives. My parents gave me full attention and all happiness of life. Because I am the elder child of my parents so the responsibility to bring things from bazaar was mine for this purpose they give me a bicycle﴾my father is a disable person, he cannot sit properly and have not his left hand so I took this reasonability in age of 7 years﴿. At that time I was the only girl, who rides a cycle at my city.

So now I am coming to the main point because I have short words limit. At that time I was 12 years old. I was going to bazaar with my 9 years old brother. At that time my parents gave me the big bicycle. At the midway people started shouting” hay see there a girl is riding bicycle” a saw back and surprised by this sentence. My brother ride off from cycle and said to me stop riding now. I don’t want you to ride the bicycle. At that time I quarrel with my brother because that all situations were instead of my expectations. When I came back to home my parents convince me. So after that I could not ride the cycle any more till now. That painful moment I cannot forgot ever in my life.

When I saw the platform of voices of future I become hopeful, after all I found a place where I can speak for myself in this world where nobody spoke for others. Yes I am here for myself and for my other companion. The one other solid reason to become this worthwhile platform that is my sensitive nature, I am used to think about hours and hours on our social issues those are mainly interlinked with our general masses. I really enjoy learning these aspects; they represent a new world to me.

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I showed this one to my daughters who loved it said that they wanted to give you a hug and a cheer for being strong. They also say that a small part of it might have been your brother wanted the bike for himself and this was an excuse where he would not feel so guilty about it since it was not his personal desire but society saying it...

They say to give your daughters bikes and tell them to proudly ride them!

Maria

Qudsia Naseer's picture

thanks

I just want to thank you and your girls to sending me such beautiful hug and cheer. You feel my emotions. Thank you very much.

gillian's picture

A touching story

You did such a nice job here. We all know there are injustices in the world, but that notion can be two-dimensional. When we hear how those injustices touch actual lives, they take on three dimensions. You are brave to share your story, and to search out a life beyond the limits imposed by others.

Dear Gillian

hello,

I just hope that, that injustice came to an end after all. All these heppend by efforts and we have to strugle. Thank you very much for comment me.

hope for the best in future,

Qudsia

Qudsia,

I love your name and am so eager to know how to pronounce it properly!

Your story reminded me of an incident from elementary school... I was probably in third or fourth grade, so I would have been 8 or 9. I have always loved playing sports. Swimming, softball, basketball, track, dodgeball, soccer, gymnastics, roller skating, ice skating... you name it, I've played it!

So, it's probably 1977 or 78. Title 9 in the US, which eventually gave girls equal rights on the playing field, had been passed, but not put into action. Most of the girls I knew didn't like to get dirty on the playground. I remember it was a gorgeous sunny day, probably Spring. I was playing soccer with the boys during recess. Much to my delight, a boy passed me the ball! I moved the ball down field toward the goal. I actually got in range and kicked the ball toward the goal, and.... I SCORED! I was so excited until the goal keeper ran up to me and kicked me in the stomach. My moment of triumph turned into a moment of humiliation and tears.

Sadly, that was not the only time I was hurt by a boy who was mad that I "beat" him at this own game. Another time, a nasty boy in our neighborhood tore out a chunk of my hair and hit me with a coffee can, leaving a nasty bruise on my thigh. (I am pretty sure he is the one who stole my tricycle, too)

As painful as these moments were growing up, I know that we are stronger as a result. Together, let's ride our bicycles to the market of girl power. We will have the sun on our face, the wind at our backs moving us along so we don't have to work so hard to get there.

Thank you so much for sharing your story. I enjoyed every word of it.

In GIRL solidarity,
Jennifer

p.s. I am one of your evaluators for this week. :-)

Jennifer Ruwart
Chief Collaborator
JR Collaborations

Dear Jennifer,

First of all thank you to send comments and share your stories also. Yes there are so many stories of discriminations and now it depends on us how we use our experiencs to move over. and I am sure that we will move over.

And 2nd is My name is Qudsia and you can prnounce as srtong KUD C AA . It will make Qudsia. I hope now you can pronounce well.
thank you very much for liking my name.

Best,
Qudsia

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