A mission



For some reason I find it difficult to start this post. I am 25 years old and all I can say is that, year by year, my life seems to be getting richer and better. I don't know if it is just about the way that it's suppose to be, or is it about the fact that I am growing and learning who I really am...? Perhaps both.



Anyway, being a woman is one of the crucial things about my existence. And of course it's not about the hair, the make-up, the dress-up and all the other trivial stuff. It's about pursuing something deep inside, like a story that needs to be told. I have embraced it, I live with its battles, lessons and joys day after day. It really is not that easy most of the time, since I do believe that this world that we live in is still to become a woman's world. And of course, with all the things a lot of women have been achieving worldwide, I am hoping that it will not take much longer.



I was raised by a wonderful woman who taught my sister and myself the right values and the fine ways of embracing our womanhood. I consider myself to be lucky because I was given every chance of making the best that I can: great care, respect, a proper education, a chance to express myself...



But not all girls in this world get this chance. And it is for them and all the generations that are still to come that we need to fight for and create a path to full emancipation. I found my call and fulfilment working in an NGO that is committed to raising awareness about women's rights and freedoms. My mission is to help every girl in my country get her chance to live the life that she chooses and wants, and not to be a slave to tradition or the expectations of her surroundings.



So this idea that I have in my head is what brought me here, and it was/is my drive to write this post. I am hoping there will come a time when every voice will be heard and the mission that many women across the globe share will be accomplished. But until then, we unite in our words, our actions and our voices. For when it comes to freedom and justice, we all speak the same language.

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